Page 90 of Seducing Jenny
“I’m going to wash you.”
I laughed. “I already did that earlier.”
He tipped his head. “Then why are you in the shower?”
I sighed. “Because…I don’t feel clean,” I answered honestly.
“Then, turn around.”
So I did. A moment later the air filled with the scent of his washing polish. It wasn’t gritty, but it gently scrubbed the skin and smelled like rosemary and mint. He massaged my shoulders and back, smoothed his hands over my ass and legs. As he lightly worked the polish on my skin, I took several more deep breaths and started to finally relax.
Mal was right. This was not my fault.
I had wanted to believe that when everyone else had said it, but it was hard not to feel guilty. Maybe I could have been a better conduit, but when did I have the chance to train? No one had really offered. I promised myself I’d learn everything I was capable of once everything settled down again.
Mal’s hands turned me to face him, so he could clean the front of me, too. His big hands glided up my shins and over my thighs, carefully dodging anything naughty. His handsome face was so focused on his task, I don’t think he even realized how close he had been to cleaningeveryinch of me. He swept up my belly and between my breasts, only to smooth over my shoulders and down my arms. Every touch set me on fire. My nipples pebbled. Then he cupped his hand to my skin to collect water and wash it all away, before he kissed the top of my head.
“There,” he murmured huskily. “All clean.”
But my body was now thoroughly aroused. “What if I don’t want to be clean anymore?”
Mal frowned in confusion. “I don’t—”
I rose onto my toes and kissed him, pulling him down to me with my hands wrapped around his neck. He groaned into my mouth, tongue sliding against mine. His cock hardened between us, thick and eager, and my body responded with a throbbing ache.
He scooped his hands under my ass and lifted me, pinning my back to the steaming glass wall. I anchored my legs around his waist. I tilted my hips to receive him, and after a few gradual thrusts, he pushed into me. I shook and groaned for him.
When he was as deep as he could go, his body twitched and pulsed inside of me, but he held still and looked me in the eyes.
“Jen…” he said, hoarsely. “I love you.”
The beautiful words made my heart soar. Made me feel whole and complete in ways I’d never imagined. “I love you, too,” I whispered.
The spark of desire in his eyes ignited into full blown need. He kissed me again and started to move, slow and careful. I rocked myself against him, trying for any kind of bounce of my own. But his thickly muscled body and the glass wall he pressed me against kept me almost helpless. Instead, Mal lifted me up and down on him. He had all the control and I liked it.
A growl rumbled from his chest. “You feel so good.”
My limbs clutched around his body, and every stroke added kindling to the fire in my core. My fingers gripped his shoulders, while bliss engulfed me.
He licked up my throat and demanded, “Come for me, baby.”
My orgasm hit like a detonation. My nails dug in. My back bowed. I gasped—no, sobbed—as my body broke apart around him. He twitched inside me, then slammed home and cursed against my neck as he spilled inside me. His heart beat strong against mine, until the storm passed through both of us and left nothing behind but calm.
When he finally pulled out, he lowered me gently until my feet touched the floor. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to mine.
“I am so glad to finally say what’s been on my mind for a while now,” he said, brushing his lips across mine.
I smiled at him. “Me, too.”
He stared down at me, the soft look in his eyes making me almost swoon. “The proper thing for me to do right now would be to take you to the bed and worship and devour every inch of you, but—”
“There’s a ‘but’?” I teased him.
“But,” he grinned, and then I heard it. His stomach let out a monstrous growl. “I am starving. For food.”
I laughed, and completely understood. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten something substantial, either. “Maybe we should hit the kitchen?”
He nodded vigorously. “If you don’t mind.”
