Page 89 of Wine & Whiskey
“Give me a second chance. I have other skills that might make me worth keeping.”
Her bubbly laugh echoes across the tile, and she shakes her head before pushing his hand away. Leaning across him to hang her pouf on its hook, her nipples brush his chest, making his breath hitch. Orchids mix with citrus as she rubs his soap between her hands, generating a thick lather. Her fingertips trail down his chest and stomach before moving behind him. Skimming across his shoulders, she massages the muscles in his neck. Just as he begins to relax under her magical touch, her hands slide down his torso and grip his length. His body jolts like lightning at her touch. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you my talents.”
A deep moan radiates from his chest as her feathery caress turns more urgent. Hand-over-hand, she strokes him from base to tip and back again. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She runs a fingernail down the wiry vein of his twitching shaft. “I think I know.”
Loathe to end the ecstasy, he must regain control. This is his apology to her. Her hands fall away as he turns around.
Hands on hips, she tilts her head and raises her eyebrows, a playful smirk gracing her pink lips. “Am I not meeting your needs?”
He shakes his head. “You’re more than qualified, but I need to take care of you.”
“You always do. Now, it’s my turn.”
Before he can stop her, she presses her palms against his chest, and he allows himself to be lowered to the teak bench. Grabbing a towel, she places it on the floor and kneels down in front of him. Without her even touching him, his body begs for release.
Water droplets run down her face as she tickles him with her fingernails. She’s beyond sexy, smiling at his body’s reaction to her touch. Her thumb circles the tip, making his body quiver. Licking her lips, she bends forward and takes him into her mouth. His hips jerk as she grazes him with her teeth before pulling him in deeper with her tongue. She swirls and sucks at a leisurely pace until he’s almost to the point of no return.
He grips the edge of the seat, fearful of his response to the pleasure she gives him. Her speed quickens, and she nips him one last time before he can’t hold back. “Shae…”
Withdrawing from her mouth, he wraps her in his arms and leans forward. He stills at his release and then relaxes against her, a sweet exhaustion overcoming his body.
Her warm breath tickles his ear. “Why didn’t you let me finish?”
“I thought it might be too much.”
“I’m not the delicate flower you seem to think I am. I can handle you.”
His laughter fills the cavernous room. “Believe me, I know you can.”
They finish their showers and walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom. All he can think about is curling her body against him in the cool, soft sheets. As she lifts the new comforter, the realization hits him.
Fucking Spencer.
Grasping the back of her negligee between his fingers, he keeps her from climbing into the bed. “I can’t be with you in there. Not after what that bastard did.” The hint of a headache brews in his neck, and he massages the tense muscles. “We’ll get a new one.”
Concern darkens her eyes, and she picks up her yellow comforter from the sofa and takes his hand, guiding him to the guest room across the hall. After she fluffs the blanket over the bed, he slides in behind her, letting her peacefulness engulf him.
She gathers her hair together and tucks it behind her as she snuggles into the crook of his arm. “We’ve had the sex part. Now, it’s time for the make-up.”
“There’s nothing to make up. You’re an angel, and I’m an ass.”
A frown mars her beautiful face before she props up on her elbow. “Please don’t say that. You’re a good man. You always take care of the people you love.”
“Yeah, I promised to take things slow, and instead, I pressure you to marry me. You didn’t tell me about Spencer because you’re too nice to let him get what he deserves.” He presses his curled fists to his eyes. The truth hurts him probably even more than it does her. “I love you because you’re sweet and gentle, and then I turn around and punish you for it. I’m no better than Evan.”
“I said yes because I want to be with you. Not Evan or anyone else. Just you.” Conviction fills her voice as she searches his face, needing his confirmation.
He drapes his arm around her shoulders and pulls her back to him, trying to soothe her vehemence. And his shock at her insistence, her desire for him to believe her commitment to him. He’s a fucking lucky bastard for her to love him like this.
“I believe you.” He kisses her forehead. After a few seconds, her body relaxes, and she cuddles against him. Now, it’s time for his real apology. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I know, but you had the right to be mad at me. I should have told you what happened right away.”
“I was angrier with myself more than with you. I hate that you’re afraid of me.”
