Page 21 of Silver Flirt

I’m tense at first. But as his hands begin to glide over me, I feel the tension draining away.

Bash takes his time washing me, massaging soapy circles over my skin. He lingers on my breasts, gently kneading and teasing until I’m arching into his touch, my head tipped back on his shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

His hands trail lower, over the soft swell of my belly and down between my thighs. I gasp as his fingers find my slick folds, already so sensitive and swollen with need.

“Bash,” I whimper. My hips canting forward as his fingers beginning to circle my clit with a knowing pressure.

“I love how responsive you are, sweetheart.”

He works me with an expert touch, stoking the fire building low in my belly. My head thrashes against his shoulder as he slips one long finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot that makes me see stars. A second finger joins the first, stretching me in the most delicious way.

“You’re so tight,” he groans, his hips flexing to grind his hard length against my ass. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Please,” I beg, too far gone to feel shame over how desperately I want him. “Make me come, Bash. I need it so bad.”

His fingers move faster, pumping and stroking and rubbing until I’m hovering right on the edge, my thighs shaking with how close I am.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, his teeth scraping over my earlobe. “Come all over my fingers. You deserve it.”

I shatter with a sharp cry, my inner muscles clenching tight around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He works me through it, drawing out my climax until I collapse boneless against him.

“That’s my girl,” Bash praises, pressing a kiss to my temple as he gently withdraws his fingers.

I turn in his arms, my lips seeking his in a slow, deep kiss.

He cups my face in his big hands, tilting my head to take the kiss deeper.

When we finally break apart, I’m breathless and flushed, my heart pounding wildly. Bash rests his forehead against mine, his eyes soft and warm.

“How are you feeling now?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my lower back.

“Amazing. Relaxed. Like maybe everything will be okay after all.”

“It will be,” he assures me, tightening his arms around me. “You’re the strongest, bravest woman I know. You can handle anything life throws at you. And I’ll be right here beside you, cheering you on.”

Bash’s heartfelt words bring fresh tears to my eyes, but this time they’re tears of gratitude and affection rather than sadness or stress. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his damp skin. “For being here, for knowing exactly what I needed. You’re amazing, Bash.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his arms banding even tighter around me. “I’ll always be here when you need me, sweetheart. You never have to face anything alone.”

We stay like that for long moments, just holding each other close as the lavender-scented steam rises around us. For the first time all day, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. I know I still have tough decisions to make and an uncertain future ahead of me. But in Bash’s arms, I feel like I can take on anything.

Eventually, Bash shifts, reaching for a fluffy white towel.

“Come on, let’s get you dried off and into bed. I think it’s time for an extended relaxation session.”

Chapter Seven

BASH

When I wake up the next morning, Melissa is still sound asleep beside me. Her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, and her red lips slightly parted.

I slide out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb her.

Padding to the kitchen, I find the coffee and filters. I pour two mugs, leaving room for cream in Melissa’s, just how I know she likes it. Then I lean back and take a sip of the hot liquid as I think about the day ahead with my girl.

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