Page 124 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Come on.” Gio looked over his shoulder making me snap my eyes away from his nuts. “Get in.”

“I’m not getting in there with you.” Was he crazy?

“Get over your self-indulgent modesty and get in the fucking shower.”

Self-indulgent? “How can modesty be self-indulgent?”

“The only person your nudity bothers is you.” Gio explained. “I like looking at you. You’re covering up because of your own pride. Making your modesty selfish. Hence self-indulgent.”

Okay, he may have me there, but that didn’t mean I was going to join him.

“Unless, of course, you’re just scared?”

Oh, I was totally joining him.

“Fine.” I conceded. “But don’t think you’re getting anymore of this.”

I waved the hand I wasn’t using to cover myself down the side of my body, which might’ve had more of an effect if I didn’t smack my wrist on the counter.

God damnit.

Pretending it didn’t bother me, I casually shook the ache out of my hand, rolled my shoulders back and stomped over.

Walking naked up to the wall of muscle that was Gio Mancini was intimidating to say the least, but I refused to show it. I had my pride after all. Though, that was kind of hard to hang onto when the strong asshole plucked me off the ground and placed me in the shower, like I weighed nothing. I knew I was small, I didn’t his tall ass to remind me.

The second that spray hit my shoulders my entire body sighed and I forgot what I was angry about. Heat flowed through my tired bones, easing the ache tensing my muscles. It was probably one of the best feeling I’d experienced.

I didn’t even mind when Gio stepped in and began scrubbing me down. I just sighed and lifted my chin to turn my face into the drops raining down while his fingers kneaded my flesh. It was nirvana and I was more than happy to float away. I let him push my arms down to my side and leaned back against him.

It was comfortable feeling his skin on mine while his hands roamed over me. Suds were slid down my sides, across my stomach, and up to my chest. It was like a hug that wrapped me up in silkiness and smelled like citrus. It was warm, like I’ve come home warm. Even the sound of Gio’s voice purring in my ear.

“You like that?”

“Mmmm.” I hummed and closed my eyes as his hand glided up the side of my neck.

“Spread your legs.”

The thought of arguing didn’t even cross my mind.

Gio’s hand dipped down between my thighs, making me grimace as he lathered my tender flesh.

“Are you soreGattina?”

I whimpered and nodded.

“Want me to make you feel better?”

“Yes.”Wait…

It was too late. His finger swept over my clit, making my eyes fly open with a gasp.

“Gio…”

“Look at me.” He twisted the hand he had on my neck, forcing me to look up at him. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

His finger dipped inside me, then swept back out to press on that bundle of nerves I was starting to hate. But I didn’t fight him. I don’t know why. His eyes had me trapped. Gio continued to play my body like a master and all I could do was watch as heat glimmered in the golden flecks of those jade orbs. He was getting off on me getting off.

It didn’t take long for me to moan out in ecstasy. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm. It was just enough to send a relaxing hum through my body.

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