Page 30 of Unraveled Love

I shoved down my briefs, hoping the sight of me would distract her, but she laughed as she dropped the straps down her arms. I kicked out of one side of my boxers, but when my foot came down, I stepped on them, stumbling over them as I kicked off the other leg.

“Winner!” Addi shouted, bra in her hand as I was still trying to find my footing.

She dropped the bra, and really…I could lose this game. She was in front of me naked, smiling and laughing, and that was really what I wanted most in life.

Addi—happy.

Everything else was second after that anyway.

She dropped the bra to the floor, and I managed to get out of my underwear. I opened the door and waved her inside. “Ladies first.”

She settled a hand on her hip, popping it out in a jaunty stance. “You should know by now I’m no lady.”

“Woman,” I grunted, leaping forward. With a move too quick for her to react to, I had my arm wrapped around her lower back, her body pressed to mine. I pulled her into the shower and put my back to the spray, blocking it from soaking her.

She laughed, hands pressed to my chest.

“Shawn—” she started.

I slammed my mouth to hers before she could say another word. All I wanted to hear for the rest of our shower were her needy little moans, her whimpers, and last, but not least, her screams.

“No more talking,” I murmured, pulling back. I turned so her back was to the shower. Cupping her cheeks with my hands, I tilted her head back so the water sluiced through her hair. “Let me take care of you.”

“I thought that was what you were doing when you kissed me.”

“We’ll get to that part. Soon.” I reached out and grabbed her shampoo, squeezing it in the palm of my hand. “Let me do this.”

“You can do anything you want to me.” She looked at me with wide, bright eyes, and said, “I trust you.”

It was a gift, and the pure truth and openness in her eyes was everything to me. I leaned down and kissed her. “I will work my ass off to never break the trust you’ve given me.”

It was a promise. A vow. I cared about Addi more than I’d ever cared about anyone.

No—that wasn’t right.

I loved her. I loved her more than I could have ever imagined loving someone, especially so quickly, but that didn’t make it any less true.

Before those words that might send her leaping from the shower fell from my lips, I kissed her again and turned her out of the water spray. I took my time washing her hair, running conditioner through her long locks. She huddled against me, eyes closed. Tension fell from her shoulders along with water droplets down the drain, and soon she was pliable in my hands, loose and so serene like she wasn’t still afraid for her life.

It was proof of her trust in me, proof she cared about me equally as deeply. When I was done with her hair, I grabbed a washcloth and loaded it with her body soap. It smelled like coconuts, that same scent I was so used to being around and hoped I’d never be without.

With her facing me, her head resting on my shoulder, I ran the washcloth down her arms, down the sides of her body and across her stomach. I avoided all the areas I knew she wanted me to touch. Patience was a strength I’d learned long ago.

With Addi, patience was a beast I wanted to kick to the curb, but to make it good for her, I held back even though my hard dick was a beacon of my desire for her.

“Please…” She gasped as I ran the cloth beneath her breasts and over the tops of them.

“Patience.”

I spun her, placing her hands on the tile wall to the side, and curled my body around to her back. I continued running the washcloth over her front, covering every inch of her skin before I dropped to my knees behind her.

I ran my hands down the backs of her thighs, the front of them, before my patience got the better of me and my hands fell to her hips. I gripped them, dying to taste her, dying to get my mouth on her. As the water washed away the soap, I leaned in, fingers curled around the front of her hips, and my lips fell to her backside. She gasped, jolted by shock where I kissed her, but I continued, brushing lips and tongue over her.

“Shawn.” Her hips rolled forward as that first needy little whimper I loved so much slipped from her mouth and my tongue darted into the divide of her backside. I licked down, spreading her cheeks, only teasing, staying far from where she might not be ready for me to go.

But I was testing the waters, and as I moved the fingers at her hips closer to her center and found her drenched…

Game on.

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