Page 65 of Why Not Us?

She gives me that sweet smile I love so much, and I kiss her. She’s draped over me, her lush curves pressed against the hard angles of my body.

“Let’s go for a shower,” she says. “Wait here for a minute then come to the room on the other side of the living room.”

“Why?”

She climbs out of bed, and I’m completely distracted by her cute ass until she shrugs into a silky robe.

“Because I want to cover my current works in progress. I don’t like people seeing my unfinished pieces.”

She turns, catching me staring.

“Why are we going to that shower?” I ask, unrepentant at being caught. I’d be happy to stare at her ass all day if she’d let me. “What’s wrong with this one?”

“Nothing. The other one is bigger, though.” She scans me from head to toe, her eyes lingering on my cock which swells under her gaze. “I figure we need the extra space.”

I laugh as she retreats from the room. A moment later, I pull on my underwear and follow her. The shower is running, but she’s not in there. She’s covering a painting with a sheet.

“Can I come in yet?” I ask.

She turns and holds out a hand which I take, letting her lead me to the bathroom. The shower has already filled the room with steam.

“I have some unscented soap I bought for my tattoo,” she says. “But if you want to wash your hair, it’ll have to be my shampoo.”

I stare as she unties the robe, and it slips off her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet. She casts a glance at me over her shoulder, sending me a teasing grin. “You coming?”

I drop my shorts and step in behind her. She grabs a scrub puff that Dani assures me is called a loofa and adds some soap to it.

“Let me,” I say, taking the thing from her hand and rubbing it gently over her skin.

She watches me as I lather her right shoulder and arm down to her fingers then her left arm, avoiding the still bandaged tattoo. When I reach her breasts, lingering around her puckered nipples, she says, “I think you wanted an excuse to touch my boobs.”

My mouth kicks up in a smile. “Do I need one?”

“No.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you right now, Adalie,” I say, soaping up her belly next where that sexy piercing winks up at me.

She wraps those slick fingers around my hard cock with a mischievous smirk. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” she says softly.

I bite back a groan as she strokes me a few times, clearing my throat before I say, “Let me rephrase.” I turn her around so I can wash her back, and my dick throbs at the loss of her touch. “I always want to have sex with you. But sometimes, I also just want to touch you.”

“Does that mean, when you’re done, I can touch you?”

“You can touch me whenever you want, princess.”

“Nate.” She says my name on a sigh, leaning back against me. “We should maybe talk about…”

“Yes. But not right now. Right now, I’m going to take this bandage off. Where’s that soap you were talking about?”

After she gets it for me, I ensure her shoulder isn’t directly under the shower spray and gently peel off the first corner of the bandage.

“Will this hurt?” she asks.

“Shouldn’t. Maybe a little sting.” I peel away the clear adhesive, less sticky now that it’s been wet. Adalie winces, but otherwise has no reaction. I clean the area with the scent-free soap then gently rinse the suds. I place a kiss on the shoulder, away from the new ink. “It looks beautiful,” I tell her.

She takes the soap from me next and starts washing my chest.

“It’s funny I’m here with just one little one when compared to you.” She skims her fingers over different areas of my tattoos. She washes each arm and down to my abs, hesitating before reaching my cock. “Do you use soap on your…”

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