Page 52 of Love Rewritten

The water is the perfect temperature, and this shower is small enough that Dallas’s legs still get sprayed by the water while I stand in it. His eyes rove over me while I tip my head back to wet my hair. I bite my lip mostly to see how fast I can turn him on, but the excitement between his legs is already growing apparent.

He takes a step closer, but I stop him with a hand that meets a chest of stone. “Can I get the flour and breadcrumbs out of my hair first?” I laugh as he groans.

He takes a step back but takes my hand from his chest and kisses the top of it. “Give me your shampoo.”

I pass him the bottle and he adds some to his hand before working it into my hair. He does the same with the conditioner. He’s surprisingly good at head massages, too. We take turns while the soap erases the food fight from earlier, but creates a new impatient fervor.

While I’m rinsing the conditioner from my hair with my head tilted backward into the stream of water, he steps closer, mouth hovering a mere inch from my ear. His voice is low when he speaks. “I’m done waiting, sweetheart.”

And then he kisses me with so much hunger that it’s impossible to resist.

I’ve never been a fan of pet names, especially after Sam, but the way he said that turns me into a puddle so deep that I don't have any desire to climb out of it. I'll gladly drown in it if it means I get to have Dallas like this as often as I want.

He grabs my waist, pulls us chest to chest, and spins me to pin my back against the cold tile of the shower. I yelp at the sudden temperature change. It only makes Dallas chuckle before his lips are on mine again, kissing me fast and hard as if he's never going to get the chance again. His hands roam my body with a tender yet eager longing.

A moan rumbles from his chest when I wrap a leg around him, pressing the length of his cock against my stomach. He hoists me up until our hips are level. I lock my feet behind him at the small of his back, my arms wrapped around his neck, and continue exploring his mouth like it’s the first time we’ve kissed.

He moves his lips to my neck, sucking and nipping, setting my skin on fire, the water cascading over us like a waterfall quelling any remaining sting. I moan from the sensation, and even without seeing his face, I can feel his lips curl into a smile. He drags his tongue up the center of my neck, kisses my chin, and looks me in the eyes. There’s a desire in them, a lust for me, craving me, yearning to be buried inside me.

“Hold on,” he says with a sly grin.

I smile back at him, already breathless, entwining my fingers into his hair as if that’ll give me any more stability for what’s coming.

He adjusts until he’s positioned himself to slowly slide inside me. It’s a welcoming pressure, one I’ve felt many times before, but still, my breath draws in sharp until he settles, our hips pressed so close that I’ve taken every inch of him. He grunts at the sensation, too, and when we’ve both gathered ourselves, he braces a hand against the wall and starts thrusting with slow, calculated movements.

Our moans mix, the steam in the bathroom growing heavier with each breath. His grip on my thigh tightens as his thrusts quicken. Each unyielding press in and slow drag out invigorates every nerve in my body until I’m on cloud nine, feeling like my body is floating through this space with him.

He leans his forehead against mine as our breaths mix in what little space remains between us. My grip in his hair tightens, tugging his head backward, giving me access to kiss a trail down the line of his jaw, the stubble of having not shaved for a couple days rough against my already swollen lips.

I pull myself back to his eyes just as I feel my core tightening and rake a hand across his back. I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes and I let go of my resolve only seconds later, my mouth falling open, barely breathing from the pleasure.

He moves slowly as we ride out the remaining satisfaction and catch out breaths. When he pulls out and lets me down, my legs are like Jello, wobbly even though I barely did anything.

He chuckles, amused by my shaky stance. Both of his flexed arms are braced on either side of my head, still not letting me move from where I’m barely standing. He kisses me one more time, much softer than our entire previous encounter. I’m certain that’s what’ll make me melt, but then he kisses my forehead with the same soft passion before pulling away.

All I can do is smile while I continue to catch my breath. Still pulling myself back to the present. Still reeling from his lips and hands scouring my body, the ghost of them still lingering on my skin.

Once we both finish in the shower, cleaning up for a different reason this time, he wraps a towel around me. “You know, I think I could get used to Logan disappearing for a night here and there.” He smirks after his comment and leaves me in the bathroom to get dressed.

So could I.

Chapter 20

Dallas

Halfwaythroughmyshift,I take a short break to talk with Abby at the bar. Jordan should be here soon, so I'm taking a break while I can. She’s been working for a few hours, something for my dad, I think, based on the stack of papers next to her labeledShakespeare 101.She looks up when I fold my arms on the bar across from her.

She leans back. “How’s the day been? It hasn’t seemed too busy. Unless I’ve just been so glued to my work that I haven’t noticed.”

That makes me laugh. She has been pretty stuck to her computer today. Then I notice her new notebook sitting open. Two lines are written on the first page. I let my mouth drop open in shock and say, “Did you finally decide to write in it?”

She glances at her new notebook and smiles. “I did. Figured it can’t sit empty forever. And I’m almost on the last page of my other one, so it’s time to retire it.”

I peek over the counter. “So, what’d you write?”

She slams the notebook closed so fast I pretend to check that I still have all my fingers attached. She rolls her eyes at my joke and says, “Some theme ideas for my writing, and something else that’s confidential. But that’s all I’ll tell you.”

I scrunch my face together with mock frustration. Abby sticks her tongue out at me in response. We glare at each other playfully until Abby says, “Stop distracting me. I’m on a deadline.” She pretends to shoo me away with both hands, a pen still propped between her fingers in her right hand and then looks back at her laptop.

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