Page 72 of Foreplay on Words

“I may already be a little wet,” I whispered in a dirty confession as he stared at me. I was afraid that tonight would make things weird between us, but his eyes still held an intense heat while he looked at me.

“Come with me.” His voice was rough as he held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him into the bathroom. He flicked on the lights but then turned the one on the mirrors back off, leaving a soft glow cast by the overhead lights.

“Setting the mood?” I giggled as he arched an eyebrow at me.

“I can take one alone...” he teased as he stepped away.

“It’s my shower!”

He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. “I guess you can come.”

“I hope so,” I told him as I bit my lip.

“So dirty,” he whispered.

“You better clean me...” My voice was breathy as I looked over at him.

He laughed and reached into the shower to set the water. “Or maybe I should make you dirtier.”

He pushed down his underwear and stepped into the stream of water, smoothing his hair back with both hands.

“Like that’s even possible,” I said under my breath.

The muscles in his back moved deliciously as he tilted his head into the spray. “You just going to stare at me?”

“Are you complaining?” I asked incredulously. “And where was all this bravado earlier?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me. Evan when we were alone, was so much different than when we’d been in public earlier. “The quicker you get your ass into this shower, the quicker we can get into bed.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” I reached around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then I shimmied my panties down my legs and kicked them behind me.

He opened his arms when I stepped into the shower and wrapped them around me, tucking my head underneath his chin. “I’m sorry if I was quiet earlier.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He had no reason to be.

“I wish I was more comfortable interacting with people. Like you are,” he confessed quietly.

“Baby, you don’t need to worry about that. My friends liked you. Just because I never shut up doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you,” I insisted. “I lo––like you the way you are.”

His head dropped into the crook of my neck and squeezed me firmly. I didn’t want him to feel self-conscious. He was incredible. If he gave them a chance, people would like him for who he was.

We stood there for several minutes under the warm spray of the water, breathing each other in.

Tonight was stressful, and the next week would be as well. It was nice to simply be with him.

After a while, he pulled back and reached for my body wash. He lathered it and began gently caressing my skin with his sudsy fingers. There wasn’t anything overtly sexual in how he touched me, but it ignited something in me, nonetheless.

When it was my turn, I couldn’t help but pay special attention to his growing erection. He sighed and quietly moaned into my neck as I stroked him, his lips latching onto it as he eventually spilled over my hands.

Once he caught his breath, he turned me around and caged me against his chest. His fingers gently spread me apart and started a slow rhythm, sliding against my clit. The combination of the steady pressure, his kissing and nipping at my neck eventually drove me over the edge, and I shuddered in his arms with my climax.

We quickly washed ourselves again, quietly watching each other. I finished rinsing off and then pulled the lever down to shut off the flow of water. Droplets of moisture were dripping from his hair and eyelashes, making his blue eyes almost glow in the dim lighting.

“Come to bed with me,” I commanded quietly as I stepped out and handed him a towel. He nodded and followed me to my bedroom, quickly rubbing himself dry and dropping his towel to the floor.

We climbed into my bed, and he curled himself around me, kissing my neck and cupping my naked breasts in his hands.

I wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, but I was secure in the fact that I knew he’d brave it with me.

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