Page 45 of No Going Back
Dianna held him tight, her head falling back on a laugh as he cursed his way under the spray, dragging her along with him. She continued to laugh as he wrestled the curtain back into place, fighting with the rings as they caught on the rod.
“You have more problems with showers than anyone I’ve ever met.” She shivered as the overspray clung to her skin and hair.
“It’s not the showers, it’s the damn curtains.” He wrapped one arm around her and braced the other against the wall as he turned, switching out their places so she was under the warmth of the water. “I’m putting in all glass screens next door.”
She leaned into him, pressing those glorious tits against his chest. “Sounds pretty.” She teased the tips of her fingers over his skin. “Will you take your underwear off when you use them?”
His head bobbed back in confusion, but a second later the wet cling of cotton registered.
He’d been struggling from the beginning when it came to her. It was why they’d never made it to a bed and why he had to fight to keep from coming the second she was tight around him.
Sex had always been simple. An easy way to offer the women in his life the connection they wanted. One that didn’t require more than he was willing to give. He worked hard to be good at it. Good enough to make up for the things he wasn’t as skilled at.
But never once in his life had he forgotten to take his underwear off in the shower.
“You fuck my head all up, Di.” He stripped away the last barrier between them, wringing the shorts out in his fist before tossing them over the rod. “I don’t know if I’m coming or going when you’re around.”
A sly smile twisted across her full lips. “So far it’s usually been coming.”
He laced both hands in her hair, using the hold to pull her close, the soft curve of her belly sliding against the length of his cock. “Was that a dirty joke?” He leaned in to trace his lips along the line of her neck. “Am I corrupting you?”
Dianna didn’t seem to have a huge amount of experience when it came to sex, which was fine with him. He had no problem being the one to broaden her horizons. He loved it actually.
“Why didn’t you come use my shower?” Dianna skimmed her hands up his arms.
Griffin moved in closer, fingers teasing against the junction of her thighs. “I’m asking myself that same question right now.”
Dianna grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his hand away from her body. “That’s not an answer.”
He was a little thrown off.
Once a woman started to realize he’d rather fuck her within an inch of her life than talk, her reaction was usually one of anger. One that resulted in her hurling all kinds of insults at him. Calling him manipulative. Stunted. Selfish. When that didn’t lead to him splitting himself open to offer the metaphorical bleeding they wanted, they started to hurl actual things. Things like plates and clothing. The first one at him, the second one out the window.
And while it seemed like Dianna might be figuring out one of his many, many flaws, her method of addressing it was much different. But it still didn’t make him want to bleed. There was too much to even consider letting out. Too many regrets. Too many mistakes. Too much hurt and too much pain. It was like finding a suspicious Tupperware container at the back of your refrigerator, one you haven’t seen in longer than you can remember. You don’t pry open the lid and inspect the contents. You just chuck the whole thing in the trash and forget it ever existed. It was easier to go buy another container. To move on without digging through the mess and trying to clean it up.
“Don’t you want me to touch you, Dianna?” Griffin let his lips brush against her ear. “It seems like maybe you forgot how good I can make you feel.”
He tried to work his other hand in the direction of her chest, planning to find the tight pucker of a nipple to remind her of how good they were like this.
But again, Dianna snagged his wrist, holding it tight as she shook her head. “Not until you tell me why you didn’t come here to shower.”
He was stuck. She’d given him a boundary and never in his life would he touch a woman without her approval. That left him two options:
Give her what she wanted.
Or walk out in the hope that she would forget this whole night and tomorrow would go back to normal.
But even if she didn’t fully believe it, he did know Dianna. And he knew she would bring this right back up the next time their paths crossed.
So he could either pull back the lid or accept that he’d never touch her again.
Griffin tipped his head, lifting his eyes to the ceiling. “I just want to be a good dad, Di.” He leveled his eyes on hers. “I knew coming over here would be a slippery slope and I was trying to keep myself from sliding down it.”
Dianna slowly released one of his hands. “But it was just a shower.”
He shook his head. “It wouldn’t have been just a shower. You know that.” Their attraction was undeniable and encompassing. “We can’t stay away from each other. We’ve tried.”
Dianna’s eyes held his as tiny streams of water slid along her cheeks and down her neck. “Then maybe we should stop trying.”
