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He stopped short.
She was wearing her hair up in a bun to reveal her long, slender neck. She looked like she did on their first night together.
Ignoring his gaze, she picked up one of the cups from the table.
She blew air across the top, watching him through upswept lashes.
“Thank you. I’ll take this to your mum,” she said, lifting the other cup.
Turning away, she cradled the mugs in both hands and walked to the sofa, her hips swaying gently, loose folds of the dress swishing hypnotically. They seemed to be calling to Joshua. Demanding that he followed. Joshua snapped out of it. He was starting to have a love-hate relationship with that dress.
What was it about her that always turned him on? Even the sight of her laughing with his mother gave him nasty thoughts. A gulp of hot tea was enough to snap Joshua out of his dreamy state.
His tongue still burned when they got back to his place. He needed a cold shower.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Joshua called, dropping his keys on the counter and heading to the bathroom.
“Okay.”
Joshua hurried into the shower stall, taking off his clothes as he walked. He needed to stop thinking about her. These two months were supposed to help him get over her. But in these moments, it didn’t help that temptation was outside that bathroom door watching a TV show.
The sound of the television seemed to have died down. ‘She must have fallen asleep,’ Joshua thought. Then the door to the bathroom opened. It was Nazalie.
She silently took off her clothes, standing there in a pair of white lace panties. Just like she wore for their first night together. She wasn’t wearing any bra. The cold water wasn’t helping anymore. Joshua turned it off.
Nazalie took off the last item and stepped into the shower stall with him. She switched the water from cold to hot then turned to face him with an impish smile.
She clasped his face in her hands, only giving him a second’s warning.
Nazalie planted her mouth on his.
He blinked for all of three seconds before he hauled her against him and kissed her right back.
As her arms slid around his neck, he decided the time had come to take this as far as she would go.
His hand slid down to cup her bottom and lift her closer. He lifted her leg and pulled her more intimately against him until he was directly at her entrance.
He plunged into her slowly, letting the warm water jet over them. She looped an arm around his neck, leaning her weight into him.
He lifted both of her legs, leaning her against the wall as he thrust into her. The rush of warm water did nothing to quell the sounds of her moans.
He traced the length of her neck with his teeth, lightly nipping as he got to her shoulder.
She tightened her walls around him as he thrust harder and faster. Water sluiced between them as they writhed against each other. Her hair cascaded behind her, long and dark. Plastered against the wall. Beads of water clung to her face, her shoulders. He sipped from her skin, the taste of her overriding the soap and shampoo. His toes curled against the bathroom tiles as he reached his climax, moaning loudly against her skin.
The warm jet of water from the shower didn’t so much as take an edge off the heat pumping through him. He tightened his hold on Nazalie's knees as they finally relaxed against each other. Their bodies humming in pleasure.
Eight
Nazalie
The next day, Joshua called her from work, asking her to do him a favor. He promised to bring his mum some groceries, but he couldn't because he was in a crucial meeting, and he couldn't leave till late at night.
Joshua asked if she would be able to get some groceries and take them to his mum. Nazalie wasn’t doing anything, so she agreed.
Nazalie almost freaked out when he told her at the entrance of his mother's apartment, that they were going to see his mother. She remembered how much her hands had shaken so much with nerves she nearly dropped her purse. Then she had realized that it was silly of her to be this uptight about meeting his mother.
Joshua texted her the address, thanking her. She kept on telling him that it was alright, but he insisted that he would make it up to her. Nazalie could think of several ways he could use to make it up to her.
