Page 50 of Unexpected Delivery

“You haven’t had any time in the water. I’m a terrible shower partner.” I twist, slide by him, and grab his forearms to help move him into the spray. He’s so tall, the water slams into his shoulders and ricochets around his arms.

It is significantly cooler without the water to keep me warm, but I focus on collecting several pumps of body wash.

My hands land on his pecs, dancing over his tattoos. Though he’s not covered, like Hael and Hayes, both sides of his chest have a few. They just don’t continue down his sides and stomach like theirs do.

I focus on scrubbing him, even though there’s a good chance my tits are leaking. If I don’t see it, I can pretend it’s not happening.

Morris’s delicious coffee scent hits my nose despite the fragrant smell of the body wash.

Shouldn’t that help deaden his scent?

It should.

It just isn’t.

My thighs clench together as I continue to soap him up. My fingers glide down his sides and lower toward his pelvis.

He chuckles, grabbing my hands. “That’s about where I’m going to have to stop you.” He manages to turn us until we’re facing each other with his right side in the spray while my left side gets soaked. He twists, letting the water flow down his front.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to keep my gaze in appropriate places.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I get a full-on view of his erection.

Okay, so, Morris is proportional. His massive hands match his extreme height, which fits well with his impressive dick.

Holy shit.

I don’t think I’ve felt true arousal since Gracie was born, but my jaw falls as I realize…

I amdeeplyattracted to Morris.

It’s not just his looks.

It’s the way he makes me feel safe and cared for. The way I can relax knowing he’ll help me tackle any problem that may arise.

And the looks definitely don’t hurt.

He might not be classically handsome like the twins—his features are a little too wide for that—but Morris is the sneaky kind of sexy that comes out of nowhere.

Once you see it, you’ll never be able to miss it again.

He finishes rinsing and focuses back on me. “Did you want to do your front? Or should I handle that for you?”

I open my mouth to reply, and an embarrassing squeak escapes my lips instead of actual words. My face heats, and my nostrils flare, breathing in his pheromones.

Words don’t seem to be happening, so I raise a hand and point at his chest. The smile that crosses his face makes my insides warm and fuzzy.

I think Morris might be as attracted to me as I am to him.

God, I really hope he is.

Morris helps me finish cleaning up, but his hands never linger. The warm brush of his skin against mine leads to my system trying to convince me that I’m not still healing. It’s actually kind of a relief to experience sexual attraction again after so long, and it fills my chest with a giddy excitement.

Once we’re both clean, he helps me into my clothes but gives me privacy while I handle situating the pads that I know it’s too soon to go without. Afterward, he guides me to the pack bed and pulls back the thick gray comforter.

He nods and says, “Get comfy. I meant what I said. You’re off tonight.”

I scramble onto the mattress with my heart racing. There’s something about Morris going all bossy alpha that I like entirely too much. At the same time, I don’t think I need to worry. His bossy, commanding energy is always focused in ways that reassure my system. It’s nothing like the awful things Adam did to try to control me.

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