Page 4 of The Captain's Little Girl

Cricket tried not to focus on the thick shaft between his legs. This was not the time to focus on sex, no matter how long she’d been dreaming of seeing his chiseled body. She concentrated on the scrapes and gouges peppering his skin. He’d need some first aid for several, which were inflamed. That could wait until he had some sleep.

“This is not how I imagined being naked with you for the first time,” Mark groused.

“In the shower. You’ll make this up to me after some sleep.”

Pushing Mark into the shower, Cricket toed off her sneakers before walking in behind him. Ignoring the water streaming over her Harbor Bar and Grill T-shirt and brief shorts, she pumped shower gel into her hand and got busy. She soaped his back as he dipped his head under the spray. There was no shampoo anywhere. Shrugging, she applied more bath soap to his short hair and scrubbed his scalp.

“Damn, little girl. That feels amazing,” he groaned as he propped himself against the wall.

Quickly, Cricket washed his legs, butt, and torso. She hesitated at his erect shaft for a second before finishing the job. Mark might be exhausted, but his body had responded to her touch.

“Not exactly what I envisioned for the first time your hand wrapped around my cock,” he growled, pushing away from the tiled wall.

“You’re too tired. We’ll play later, Daddy.”

“I do not plan to fall asleep when I make love to you for the first time, Cricket.”

Turning off the water, she dried him quickly before wrapping a towel around his hips. Mark swayed as he stood in place. Cricket grabbed another to secure over her dripping clothes before wrapping an arm around his waist to ease him from the shower.

“Bed,” she ordered.

“Brushing teeth first. I’m going to kiss the hell out of you when I wake up.”

Amazed by his determination, Cricket squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and watched him struggle to coordinate his movements. She wiped a bit of the minty cleaner from his mouth before guiding him to the door.

He staggered from the bathroom and collapsed on the mattress. Mark’s hand captured hers. “You okay, baby girl?”

“I’m good,” she reassured him.

Instantly, Mark’s eyes closed, and he crashed into sleep. She tugged her hand from his and pulled the wet towel from his body. Cricket flipped the other side of the comforter over Mark, covering his battered frame. Standing by his side, she listened to the sound of his even breathing, thankful he had come home.

She forced herself back into the bathroom to strip off her clothes. After wringing out as much water as possible, she draped each item over the shower rod. Cricket turned the water back on and stepped into the spray, groaning as the hot water cascaded over her hypersensitive skin. The sight of Mark naked and touching his body had ignited the desire that had simmered inside her for so long.

Cricket tried to push it out of her mind. Not now. Soon! Her own fingers spreading the silky soap over her body sent shivers across her skin. Unable to resist, Cricket ran her fingers around one taut nipple and bit her lip to quiet the moan that welled in her throat. She traced a line down her slightly rounded stomach to the patch of soft curls guarding her most private space. Need pushed her to glide her fingers into the slick juices welling from her body. Cricket flicked her fingertips over her clit and shivered.

So good!Picturing Mark’s nude form in her mind, Cricket fantasized that his hands were stroking her. The orgasm hit fast and fierce, shaking her body. It wasn’t enough—just barely taking the edge off. Determined her next orgasm would result from his touch, not hers, Cricket turned into the water to finish showering quickly.

Toweling off the moisture from her skin, she held the fabric to her body as she snuck in to open the drawers in his dresser. Cricket found his T-shirts on the second try. Tiptoeing back into the bathroom, she dropped the towel and pulled on the enveloping garment. She hesitated at the sink to look at herself in the mirror. Hopefully, Mark wouldn’t be turned off by her unadorned features. Cricket opened the drawers looking for an extra toothbrush and found them stacked with military neatness in the bottom drawer. It felt very intimate to look through his things. She pinched herself to make sure she was not dreaming this. The small red mark that followed the zing of pain reassured her that this was real. After brushing her teeth quickly, she hurried back to the bedroom and eased herself onto the bed.

“Cricket,” he breathed before throwing the cover over her and pulling her small frame to his side. Mark pressed a kiss to her neck before falling back to sleep once again.

Her thoughts whirled in her brain, keeping her awake. Finally, with a concerted effort, Cricket reined in all her worries. Mark was home. He knew who she was and wanted her next to him. Closing her eyes, Cricket relaxed into sleep. She’d deal with everything else tomorrow.

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