Page 73 of Leave Before I Love You
“Oh my God, you’re so dumb.” Avery laughs. “Fredrick is from Jersey.”
I shrug and get to work on tangling my fingers into her hair. The strands are silky and warm beneath my palms, and I take my time, massaging the shampoo suds from her scalp and working my way down. She lets out a soft hum of approval, and it’s enough to make my chest tighten.
“Damn, Henry. You’re actually good at this,” she murmurs, her voice lazy with contentment.
“I have many talents,” I reply, my lips quirking into a smirk she can’t see.
When her hair is free of suds, my hands drift to her shoulders, kneading the tension there. She sighs, her head tipping forward slightly, and I take it as permission to keep going. My fingers trail lower, massaging her neck and then her back, tracing the delicate tan lines left by her bikini. Her skin is soft and warm, and I’m reminded of all the nights we spent together on the island cuddled together like we were the only safe thing in each other’s world.
I move my hands to her hips, brushing my fingers over the curve of her waist, and I’m hit with a wave of something I can’t quite name. It’s not just lust—though, judging by the hardness of my cock, there’s plenty of that too. But it’s something deeper, something that roots itself in my fucking bones and refuses to let go.
Avery glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes half lidded and soft. “You’re quiet,” she says, her tone light but curious.
I lean in, pressing my lips to the damp skin of her shoulder. “Just thinking,” I murmur against her.
“About?” she prompts, turning slightly to face me.
“About how you’ve taken over my bathroom,” I tease, gesturing toward the counter outside the shower.
She laughs, the sound easy and unguarded, and it’s one of my favorite things about her. She’s not embarrassed or unsure. She is who she is, take it or leave it. “You’re welcome,” she says, a playful glint in her eyes.
I grin, pulling her closer and letting the water cascade over both of us. “Don’t think I’m complaining,” I say, my voice low. “I like having you here.”
Her expression softens, and for a moment, the playful banter fades into something quieter, more intimate. She doesn’t say anything, but the way she looks at me says enough. She reaches up, herfingers brushing against my jaw, and I lean into her touch without hesitation.
This…whatever it is between us, it’s new, but it feels like it’s always been there, just waiting for the right moment to surface. And now that it has, I’m not sure I can ever let it go.
My hands find their way to her shoulders and neck again, and I massage my fingers into the skin some more, silently loving the way her body relaxes into my touch. And I keep going until the urge to touch more of her body is undeniable.
I trace my fingers along her tan lines, until I use just one gentle index finger across her hips. I turn her body around, still using that one index finger to trace across her back until both of my hands caress her perfect ass.
It’s round and firm and plump in ways that go straight to my fucking head.
My cock grows harder at the feel of her plush body in my big hands, and I slide that one finger over the curve of her ass until it rests right between her thighs. A little moan leaves her lips.
I press my chest into her back, my finger still precariously hovering at the one place I’m desperate to slide my hard cock into. “Mine,” I whisper gruffly into her ear.
She moans again.
I reach up with both hands and grasp the curves of her breasts, my fingers gently pinching at her nipples while my hard cock presses against the curve of her ass.
“Mine,”I whisper again.
Avery moves her hips, rubbing her ass into my cock, and my head is swimming with need for her. We had sex last night. We even had sex this morning before she got in the shower. But when it comes to her, I never feel like it’s enough.
I want her. All of her. All the time.
Avery spreads her thighs a little, urging me on, and I press the tip of my cock inside her. I’m hard, so fucking hard, and whenanother little moan leaves her lips, I’m so insanely tempted to push myself all the way in until I’m pressed to the hilt inside her.
But I’m bare.Completelybare. And that reality is not lost on me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I admit, a gruff rasp to my voice.
“So? That’s never stopped you before.”
She’s not wrong. On the island, we had lots of sex without protection, and since we got back, we haven’t been great about remembering a condom either.
But I’ve pulled out. It’simportantthat I pull out. But fuck, I’d give a lot of things to know what it feels like to come deep inside her.
