Page 15 of Lennox

The jeans that clung to his hips hang low now, and with a slow, deliberate tug, he pops open the button. The denim slides down his legs, unveiling thighs that could make a girl weak in the knees. He stands there in nothing but boxer briefs, and it's hard to miss the bulge that strains against the fabric. My eyes trace the lines of his body, the dips and swells that beg to be explored.

He finally discards the last piece of clothing, standing before me in all his glory. Muscles carved by the gods, skin kissed by the sun, cock hard and thick—every inch of him exudes an intoxicating magnetism.

"Shower?" he suggests, his voice a sultry invitation.

I nod, and as he steps under the warm cascade of water, I follow. Lennox's hungry gaze locks onto mine, and without a word, he steps closer underneath the stream of water, his fingers brushing against my wet skin.

His lips claim mine in a searing kiss, a clash of lips and tongues that leaves me breathless. The water slicks our bodies, our skin sliding against each other. My fingers dig into his shoulders, the sensation of his hard muscles beneath my touch only fueling the hunger that courses through me.

Lennox's mouth finds the curve of my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. A gasp escapes my lips as his hands trace a path down my body. His touch is possessive, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a rough growl.

Lennox's hand moves lower, his fingers brushing against my thigh before traveling upward. His hand finds my center, fingers slipping between my folds with a delicious urgency. My back arches, an instinctual response to the pressure of his touch. His movements are deliberate, a rhythm that ignites a storm of sensations.

"Lennox," I murmur against his lips. "You're driving me wild."

He meets my gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. "Good. Because I'm not stopping anytime soon."

Lennox lowers himself to his knees, his intent clear in his gaze as he spreads my thighs. My fingers try to clench on the smooth tiles as he parts me further, every nerve ending alive with longing. His tongue finds my clit, claiming me with a fervor that demands surrender, his tongue tracing patterns that unravel me with each stroke.

With a move that drives me to the edge, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, exposing me fully. His tongue continues its dance, every flick sending electric pulses of pleasure through me. His touch is relentless, his mouth unyielding as he guides me toward the precipice.

And then, with a surge of sensation, I tumble over the edge, pleasure crashing over me in waves. My body shudders, every nerve ending alive with sensation as I come against his mouth.

As the tremors of pleasure subside, he stands, pushing me back against the tiles. "Charlene," he growls, his voice thick with hunger, "I need you."

With a heated urgency, our mouths collide in a fierce and demanding kiss. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet. His hands grip my hips, lifting me against the wet tiles. My legs wrap around his waist, a gasp escaping my lips as his hardness presses against me.

The steamy air is electric as he enters me. Our bodies move with a wild abandon. Lennox's grip on my hips is unyielding as he guides our movements, each collision building the intensity between us. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin as I'm consumed by every touch, every thrust. Our eyes lock, desire blazing in his gaze.

"You feel incredible," he groans, his voice a mix of craving and reverence.

I moan in response, the sound swallowed by the water's rush.

As the tension within me mounts, the world blurs, and I come again, my body shaking in his embrace. Lennox follows, his voice a mix of growls and moans as he finds his own release inside of me.

We remain there for a few moments afterward until finally, our breathing slows and our skin cools. Lennox withdraws from me slowly, steadying me against the tiles before stepping away so that we can both rinse off beneath the warm water.

He reaches for the soap and lathers it between his hands. His fingers work over my body, washing away the remnants of our gardening adventure and passion with a deliberate touch that ignites a fresh spark within me.

"I didn’t think we could get any messier," he chuckles.

I return the favor, tracing the contours of his muscles with the soap. "You know, I could get used to this kind of cleanup," I tease.

"Maybe we should make it a regular thing," he suggests playfully.

A mischievous smile tugs at my lips, reflecting back in Lennox's piercing green eyes. The man who once resisted help with such fervor now stands here, letting me wash the dirt from his back, his broad muscles relaxing under my touch.

"You know," I begin, feigning a serious tone and squinting at him, "you missed a spot. Right... there," I say, pointing at his cheek and swiping a streak of soap playfully across his face.

His eyes twinkle with amusement, and suddenly, I feel a splash of water against my face. Shocked, I open my eyes to find him grinning mischievously.

"Two can play at that game," I warn, readying a retaliation.

Our laughter fills the bathroom, mixing with the steam, both of us temporarily forgetting our burdens. As the water starts to cool, we mutually decide it's time to step out.

Wrapped in towels, he pulls me into a light embrace, his lips brushing against my forehead. "Thank you," he murmurs.

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