Page 97 of Waiting for Acceptance
Is it normal to be this turned on when you’re sick? Aren’t I supposed to feel like death, or want to be a blanket burrito?
If so, I am far from normal…
He holds his hand out and helps me step into the bath, and I hum in appreciation of the hot water, soothing my muscles. I sink down, letting my neck rest on the edge of the tub. When I look back up at Fitz, his eyes are dark and his gaze travels from my chest up to my face. He smiles when he reaches my eyes and moves to kneel behind me. He takes my hair down and goosebumps spread across my skin. He massages my head, then grabs my brush from the counter, gently combing through the tangles.
“Mmm, Fitz. That feels so good.” His lips move beside my ear and I lean my head back.
“Good. You deserve to feel good.” My eyes flutter open, finding his already on me, and I feel this ache in my chest for him. Which seems so crazy since he’s literally right here.
“Fitz?” I whisper.
“Yes, Trouble?”
“Touch me.” I see his jaw flex, and his throat work as he swallows.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” His hands move from my hair, down to my neck, leisurely rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion until he slides them to my shoulders, doing the same thing. When he moves them down my arms, his thumbs barely brushing the side of my breasts, I gasp. He rubs all the way down to my wrists, and back up to my shoulders, before his hands move to my chest, slowly sliding down to my breasts. He massages them with the perfect amount of pressure, gently pinching each of my nipples before moving down to my stomach. I want to tell him to go back to my breasts, but I can’t manage to form words when his hands are working this kind of magic on me.
Suddenly, his hands disappear and all I can do is frown before he appears at the other end of the tub, reaching into the water to grab one of my feet.
“You’re not ticklish are you?” he asks, and I smile and shake my head.
“Not on my feet,” I tell him, making him quirk a brow at me. Then he begins massaging my feet and I make a note to never pay for another massage so long as I have Fitz and his magic fingers. He switches feet, rubbing them all the way up my calves before putting them back in the water, then he’s at my side.
“Feeling better yet?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I bite my lip, nodding.
“Yes.” His eyes narrow as he studies my face.
“What is it? What do you need?”
“Will you get in with me?”
“Anything you want, Sweetheart.” The contempt that used to accompany that nickname, is no longer there. Instead, it actually sounds endearing when he says it, and my heart flutters. He stands up, dropping his boxers, and I slide to the middle of the tub, giving him room to get in behind me. The water sloshes as he steps in, rising closer to the edge when he settles in. Then he grabs my shoulders and pulls me back to his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of it, running his hands along my arms.
“Do you need me to take you to the doctor today?” he offers, making me smile.
“I don’t think so. My stomach just feels a little queasy, but I don’t think it’s anything serious. Maybe food poisoning? I’ve never had it before but my enchiladas last night did taste kind of questionable.”
“Where did you guys eat?”
“Food truck on Main Street,” I tell him, feeling him pause.
“Well, no wonder you got food poisoning.”
“Hey, food trucks and gas station food are severely underrated.”
“You are unbelievable.” I can hear the laugh in his voice and I turn around to look at him, all joking matters aside.
“I was going to say the same thing about you.” His eyes soften as he moves one hand from the edge of the tub to cup my cheek.
“And why is that?”
“You stayed, you took care of me.”
“Is that really so hard to believe?” His free hand begins to travel over my body again, his thumb flicks my nipple and I guide his hand to palm my breast like he did earlier. “You like that?”
“Mmhm.” My eyes fall closed again, and he moves his hand between my legs. They open for him immediately, giving himaccess to slide his fingers inside me. I wrap my hands around his arms, the need for more of him growing stronger with every pump until I can’t take it anymore. I sit up, prompting him to slide his fingers out. I turn around and face him, reaching for his cock under the water, loving the hunger that flares in his eyes when I wrap my hand around him and begin pumping.
