Page 34 of Can We Just Be Happy Now?

“You’re never crashing,” I smile at her and mean it, “because you’re always invited.”

I expect a smile back, but instead, this girl reaches to her bikini top to get the water out of it by squeezing her boobs. Kill me now. I douse my dick with cold water in my head.

“Can I take a shower before you take me home?” She picks a few blades of grass off her arm.

“Of course. Let’s go.” I stand, reaching for her hands and tugging her to her feet. I turn off the hose, leaving the rest of the cleanup for later, and lead Sophie inside. Pulling two towels from the shelf in the hall closet, I walk to set one on the bathroom counter. Bringing the other to my head, I rub it across my hair before wiping it down my chest. Sophie slips into the bathroom behind me. “Do you need to borrow clothes?”

“No, but I need you to help me with this.” I glance up from where I’m drying my swimsuit to see Sophie’s back toward me with her hand behind her twirling the string of her bikini between her fingers.

Groaning, the tension from missing her all day and the appeal of her tease draw me closer to her. I wrap both her hand and bikini string in my hand and lean to whisper in her ear. “You’re such a tease. Do you hate me?” I’m clearly joking, but the way hate in regards to me and Sophie sounds rolling off my tongue makes me cringe internally. I can’t imagine a world where either of us would feel that way.

She spins quickly into my arms, pulling away her hand–and effectively mine–without letting go of the string. The bow falls apart, and her top loosens. Her smile is innocent like she doesn’t have any clue what she’s doing. “No, I love you.” My heart beats faster. She doesn’t say the phrase in an “I’m in love with you” way, but rather playfully, like it doesn’t even occur to her that is how I feel.

“You’re taking advantage of the fact that I’ll never tell you no.” I allow my hands to slide up her sides but stop when I reach where the fabric is pulling away from her breasts. I haven’t crossed this line yet.

“So, just say yes then,” she says like it’s the obvious answer as she presses her body into mine, her hands looping around my neck.

“What do you want me to say yes to?” I need to know where her line is.

“Mmm. Taking a shower with me?”

I contemplate my options: see my girlfriend naked for the first time and struggle with my restraint or not see my girlfriend naked. “And what is going to happen in said shower?” I ask as I rub my thumbs against her skin.

“Shower things.” She grins. “You know, soap, hands, bodies. Come on.” She takes a step backward and tugs me with her before sliding the shower curtain open. Turning around, she slips her bikini over her head and drops it on the bathroom rug by my feet. When the hell did this girl get so sexy?

She steps in and closes the curtain behind her, leaving me standing there. I run my hands down my face, digging my fingers into my eyes. When I open them, Sophie has her head barely peeking out from the curtain as she stares at me. “Do you not want to?”

“Of fucking course I want to, Sophie.” I step in behind her. The steam immediately surrounds me, but it’s not thick enough to prevent my view. I glance from where her bikini bottoms hang at the base of the shower valve to her naked body. My eyes roam up her legs, lean from the skating we’ve been doing . . . to the place I’ve touched but haven’t really seen. Holy fuck. I take in her toned stomach I saw earlier in her bikini, but the way the shower water streams over it is a new level of sexy.

I can feel her eyes on me but can’t bring myself to meet her gaze because mine is stuck on her boobs. I know they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, but I can’t bring myself to grab them. I can’t stop staring at her pretty pink nipples I suddenly want between my teeth. I bite into my fist to keep from . . . I’m not sure . . . attacking her with my hands, my mouth.

“Umm. Cooper?”

I clear my throat. Why the fuck am I nervous? “Yeah?” When I finally look at her face, it’s flush–whether from the heat of the shower or my gaze, I’m not sure.

She reaches for me, tugging the string of my board shorts. Once the loops fall apart she continues to pull until I close the distance between us. “I missed you today,” she says as my hands fall to her hips.

Sophie’s lips are close enough to kiss when I return the sentiment. Once the words are out of my mouth, I seal them with a kiss as if our simple confessions are a promise. I always want you near me.

Her lips leave mine to kiss the skin below my ear instead. Fuck, I love when she does that. With her hands still holding the string of my shorts, she whispers, “Touch me, Cooper. I like when you do.”

Jesus. I blow out a shaky breath as her eyes lock on me before fluttering closed as she presses her lips to mine again. I groan into the kiss as her tongue sweeps across mine. Her fingers link behind my neck to pull me closer. Mine dig into the skin at the side of her thighs as hot water splashes over her shoulder between us, finally washing away some nerves. Sliding my grip to her lower back with one hand, my other wanders into its favorite territory. My fingers part her, and I toy with her entrance, teasing her. Her gasp at the contact shoots straight to my dick, immediately more restricted in my shorts. She’s just as wet inside, and I slip in easily. She hasn’t been insecure around me since our first kiss, but her confidence these past few weeks . . . her willingness to be vulnerable with me . . . I’m obsessed with her. With us.

I plunge my finger inside her, and she immediately grinds her hips into me, fucking my hand. The rate she’s becoming comfortable is making it a challenge to not hope for the real deal soon. But for now, I’ll take what I can get, and I love every fucking second of it. I add a second finger, knowing the added thickness will tip her over the edge quickly. She stops her movement, letting me take over, and she falls apart, clenching around my fingers and releasing a whimpering breath. I pull out slightly then push as deep as I can inside her. I love how she feels as I stroke her with my fingers while I put pressure on her clit with my thumb. Sophie isn’t the only one getting the hang of things. It hasn’t taken me long to try new things until I find what works–at least what works for her.

Her head falls to my shoulder, and I feel the added weight as she loses the strength to hold herself up after her orgasm. The shower stream hits her hair, soaking every strand that wasn’t already wet as she leans into me. If the water wouldn’t run cold, I could stay this way forever, my girl satisfied by my touch and wanting to be close to me.

I slide my fingers out and hold her, my hands slowly brushing up and down her back. Only a few moments go by, and I feel a tug on my shorts. It doesn’t take much effort to get them off my hips even though they catch on the tent I’m pitching. I’m so turned on from seeing Sophie completely naked, from having access to every inch of her.

I don’t know what is going through her head, but I need relief before I lose my mind. Her name is on the tip of my tongue as mine rolls off hers. “Cooper.” She pulls back from my chest, but instead of continuing her thought, her eyes go wide as they fall to my nearly completely hard dick.

Chuckling, I tip her chin up with a hooked finger. This is the first time she’s ever seen me, and depending on what happens next, it’ll be the first time she’s ever touched me this way. “Soph.”

“Mhmm?” she asks, nerves etched into her brows.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to,” she says quickly.

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