Page 24 of The Heartbreaker
I lifted her onto her feet, positioning her in a way where the overhead faucet would flow against her hair and the side jet would hit her back.
“This is going to be the best shower you’ve ever taken.” To prove that point even further, I dumped some shampoo in my palm and rubbed it over my fingers before I slipped my hands into her hair, spreading the suds over her long locks.
“It already is,” she moaned. “This feels so good.”
Once I got each strand coated, I did the same with the shampoo and moved on to the soap, lathering some of the body wash between my hands and rubbing the liquid over her shoulders.
“Mmm. The earthy scent.”
I dipped to her upper back and around to her sides. “The …what?”
“I smelled a combination of scents on you.”
While the water was beading over her long lashes, she put some soap in her hand and stuck her face under the stream, scrubbing off the makeup. When she glanced at me, her eyes were free of all the black, and she looked even more beautiful in this raw form.
“I didn’t realize one was from your soap,” she said. “The other two must be from your cologne.”
“Which are?”
She smiled. “A little salty and a little sassy.”
I laughed and added more body wash to my hand, slowly making my way up to her navel. “I know we’re both naked, and I know what I’m about to do to you, and I know that’s the whole reason we’re in this shower, but the good guy in me wants to ask if it’s all right to touch you.” My hands froze at her ribs.
“So, so sweet.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me, her arms locking around my neck. “What if I said no?”
“I’d let you wash yourself, and I’d hand you a towel when you were done. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t watch you—fuck, I’d have the best seat in the house.”
“You want a show?”
My hands went higher, sitting just below her tits. “I already had that tonight. It’s my turn to give you a show.”
“How do you plan to do that?”
“I want you to watch me while I touch you.” I pressed my lips against the far side of her cheek. “And when I’m on my knees, licking your pussy, I want you to watch that too.”
She let out a quivering exhale, a sound that told me she was ready for whatever I wanted to give her.
“Every time my tongue laps your cunt, Addy, I want your eyes fixed on me.”
“Yes,” she dragged out, tugging my hair. “What are you waiting for?”
“You haven’t given me your permission.”
“Touch me, Ridge. Please.” She drew in some air. “Now.”
When she’d wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, she made it difficult to touch her chest, but I still squeezed my fingers between our bodies and rubbed the bubbles across her nipples. I pulled at the small buds, pinching them just enough to make her arch.
“God. That feels so good.”
My lips left hers and went to her neck, kissing up to her ear and across her cheek, and when I reached the other side, I went down her collarbone. My hands, drenched with more soap, were moving at the same time, gradually making my way to her stomach until I reached her pussy.
“Oh!”
“You want more?” I asked.
“Yes. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
My soapy thumb went to her clit, the pad brushing circles around it while the rest of my hand dived through her lips and around her pussy, washing her off before one of my fingers plunged inside her. “Am I still so sweet?”
