Page 25 of Dad Bod Snow Job

Steam curls around us as the hot water beats down, creating a cocoon that feels like our own little world. My heart's racing, partly from nerves, partly from wanting him so much it's almost overwhelming.

Nico's hands skim my skin, still hesitant like he's holding back. Always so careful with me. But tonight I want all of him—the control, the passion, everything he keeps locked away.

I sink to my knees, looking up at him through the spray. Water runs down his chest, and my mouth goes dry at the sight. He's beautiful—all hard muscle and strength, but it's the tenderness in his eyes that undoes me.

"Holly." His voice catches, rough with emotion. "Sweetheart, you don't have to?—"

I silence him by taking him in my mouth. Clumsy but eager. His sharp intake of breath sends a thrill through me. This is what I want—him losing that iron control, letting go with me.

"Christ." His hands find my hair, steadying me. "Easy, baby. Let me show you."

I pull back, heat flooding my face. "I want it to be good for you."

"Everything about you is good." His voice is rough velvet. "You're everything I never let myself want."

He guides me with soft words and gentle touches until I find a rhythm. Every groan, every tremor in his muscles makes me bolder. This powerful man—my lumberjack, my protector—is coming undone because of me.

"Holly." My name sounds like a prayer, like a confession. "Look at me, baby."

I meet his eyes, dark with desire but swimming with something deeper. His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I feel the slight tremor in his touch.

"You're incredible," he breathes.

I shake my head, determined. "I want this. Want you. Always you."

When he finally loses control, his hands tightening in my hair, I feel it—the moment he finally lets go completely. The moment he's fully mine.

He pulls me to my feet, crushing me against his chest. His kiss tastes of desperation and surrender and love—so much love I could drown in it.

"You're shaking," he murmurs against my lips, worry creeping into his voice.

I tuck my face into his neck, breathing him in. "Happy shaking. Perfect shaking."

"My brave girl." His chuckle rumbles through me as he reaches for the shampoo. "Let me take care of you now, sweetheart. Let me show you what you mean to me."

And in this moment, with steam rising around us and his hands gentle in my hair, I know—this is it. This is what coming home feels like. This is what forever feels like.

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