Page 67 of Screwed (Dad Bod Contracting 4)
“What about the guilt?”
“It may not go away immediately. Something like that doesn’t just vanish. But can you stick with me while I work through it?”
I take a couple of steps forward. Water droplets from the shower spatter against my T-shirt, my face. “What are you saying, James?”
“I’m saying I’m in love with you, and I want us. I want this.”
“All in?” I ask, my voice a whisper.
“All in,” he whispers back.
He reaches for me, picks me up by the waist and lifts me into the shower. Closes the curtain. His back is to the spray, shielding me from most of it, but I’m still getting wet. I don’t care. My shirt sticks to my skin, outlining my breasts, my hardened nipples.
I can’t help the smile that steals across my face, and I don’t try. I want him, but I’m not going to make the first move. Let him show me how he feels, what he wants. I’ll follow his lead.
His move is to kiss me. James takes my face in his hands, cups my cheeks. Pulls me close, his eyes intense and wild. His nose angles past mine, and then my eyes close and his lips slant against mine, and I taste him—he tastes clean.
“I found a new toothbrush under your sink,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine. “Hope that’s okay.”
I smile. “More than okay. Everything is yours. All of me, all I am.”
He pulls away, frowning in puzzlement. “How can you say that? How can you just…offer me yourself, just like that?”
“I can’t help it, James. That’s why I’ve been so cautious. I’ve been holding back, trying to keep my heart at least a little objective, but it’s futile. I fell for you, hard. If you tell me you’re all in, then I can let go. And that means…” I shrug. “It means…here I am, James.”
He reaches down and peels my sopping wet T-shirt up and off, drapes it over the shower rod. His eyes stay on mine, even though I’m topless and bare for him. Still staring into my eyes, he tugs my underwear down, pushes them past my hips. They reach my knees, and I wiggle, squirm, and they plop around my feet.
He twists, and places me under the spray—it’s hot, and I gasp at the sudden heat of it, but then melt a little under the warmth. I let my hair get wet, close my eyes and luxuriate for a moment in the stream of hot water. I feel him closing in, but I keep my eyes closed, rake my hands through now heavy wet hair, and let the water stream down my body.
His hands close around my hips. I feel his mouth on my diaphragm. His lips stutter across my skin, skating down my left side, and then over my ribcage, to my right hip. I reach out, eyes closed, and find his head, wet hair and beard.
When I open my eyes, he’s kneeling in front of me. Staring up at me. Gazing, his expression open and adoring. Like all the heaviness has faded, like all there is, in this moment at least, are he and I.
“James…” I breathe.
He palms my breasts in his two huge hands, lifting them, caressing. Then he lets them drop heavily, bouncing and swaying, dripping water. Then his thumbs trace over my hip bones, and his palms arc over my thighs. He leans in, and his lips touch my belly just under my navel.
It’s a request, an unspoken request for permission to go south.
God, he doesn’t need permission.
I laugh, and spread my feet as wide apart as the tub will allow. I stare down at him and wait.
His grin is hungry, and I swallow hard as he closes in, eyes on mine as he brings his mouth to my core. I cup the back of his head with my hands and pull him closer, and I bite my lip and sigh as he flicks his tongue against me.
“James, please…” I whisper. “I need…so much.”
“What do you need, Nova?” he murmurs.
“You.” I shake my head, letting out a harsh breath as I tug him upward. “I need you.”
He stands up, leans in, and kisses me again. And this time, it’s not just a momentary kiss, not just a fleeting touching of lips, a taste of him. It’s us—losing ourselves. I press up against him, wet skin against wet skin. His erection presses against my thigh and belly, and my breasts crush against his chest. I roam his broad shoulders with my hands and scour his bulging biceps and taste his hungry mouth. I arch my back and moan as he caresses my ass, and I pull away so there’s room between us; I grip his length in my fists and whimper at the enormity of him. It takes an eternity for my hands to slide all the way down from tip to root, and another eternity to caress back upward. He groans, and I feel a finger at my core, teasing my clit.
