Page 15 of Naughty & Nice
Chapter Eight
Josie
Waking up with Oliver feels so right it brings me to tears.
Lying there as the bright morning sun lights up his beautiful face and even more stunning body, I hold my breath and make a wish. I wish for a second chance. I wish for the magic to heal his heart and soul from the damage I caused.
“Still an early bird I see, sunshine,” his husky sleepy voice sends a thrill right between my legs.
Just a look from him, a few words, the briefest touch, and I am barely able to contain my need. I can’t remember if it was always so strong. I think it couldn’t have been. How’d I walk away if it always felt this way? How could I ignore how I only feel like myself when I am with him?
“Up with the sunshine,” I chirp with a laugh, tracing patterns on his bare chest, noting a few tattoos I don’t remember, “want some breakfast?”
“Coffee first. Always coffee first,” he reminds me before flicking open an eye when I present a steaming cup in front of his face.
“I remember. Not much I forgot,” I say with a smirk as I slide a hand beneath the sheet, finding him hard and hungry.
“Jesus Josie,” he grunts as he takes the cup of coffee, sitting up against the headboard.
“Drink up, handsome,” I urge him as I stroke him teasingly, “I will take you on a tour here after breakfast.”
Pushing from the bed, I head to take a shower and shake off my nerves. I am playing it cool in front of him, coy and confident, but I am anything but. He can tell me it’stoo little too lateat any moment. Last night I felt those exact words coming before I shut it down. If I can’t make up for what I did I earned that. I’m just not ready to hear him say I can’t even try.
Stepping inside the glass shower, I bow my head, swiping away the tears I can’t let him see. I don’t deserve to be sad. I don’t get to be the one upset about the doubt and hurt I see in his eyes. I put that there. I did this.
Squaring my shoulders and shaking myself again, I try to pull myself together. I made mistakes just like humans do. He made mistakes too. We can fix the damage between us. I believe that. Refocused and resolved, I start soaping myself up, eager to get the day started.
“May I watch?” a voice booms in the small space.
Dropping my loofah as I spin, I find Oliver watching me from the other side of the glass. He is gloriously naked, his hand wrapped around his jutting cock, his chest heaving as he breathes raggedly. That heat I felt waking up with him is nothing compared to this scorching fever as his eyes trail over my wet, soapy skin.
“Watch me get clean...or watch me get dirty?”
“Both. One before the other, sunshine,” his voice is rusty as he strokes himself, jerking his chin to urge me on.
Turning beneath the spray so he has the best view, I squirt some of my peppermint scented body wash into my hand. Lathering it, I work my hands over my breasts, paying close attention to my nipples. I tug at one to tease him—and me—and he growls, his fist working his cock in steady strokes. He wets his lips as I caress myself with soapy hands, my head thrown back as I get lost in the moment.
Taking my time, I slide my hands down my front, heading south. When he lets out a sound, I stop. Taunting him, I turn around and soap up my backside, arching a little to bare my wet, soapy sex to him. Glancing back, I see the pleasure spark his eyes as I grip a cheek in each hand. Spreading myself open, I let out a moan as hot water and soap cascade over me.
“Don’t remember you being such a tease,” he rasps, his chest rising and falling fast as he moves closer to the glass.
“I don’t remember you being so bossy,” I shoot back.
“You like it. Turns you pink all over, baby,” he smirks, and I swear the sight of him jerking himself, that smirk, and the hot spray beating down on my skin nearly makes me come.
Once more I turn beneath the warm water, shoulders back against the cool tile wall. I finish soaping myself up before I move beneath the spray, letting it hit my achy nipples.
Unable to deny us both any longer, I drop my hand between my thighs and rub slow, hard circles against my clit. I cry out as pleasure sweeps through me. It would be better if my fingers were thicker, rougher, like I know his to be.
He is refusing to help me out though.
I cup my left breast in my hand, rolling and pinching my nipple to the point of pain. I’m burning up as I rub faster and harder at my clit. I can’t look away as he jerks his cock to the same rhythm, eyes focused between my legs. As we both come, he eyes come to mine and I whimper his name as I fall apart.
Oliver turns away as I catch my breath and shame starts to creep in. I turn my back to him beneath the tepid shower, tears blurring my vision. I choke out a sob when suddenly he is there, pinning me to the wall. His big hands come to my skin, soaping me up and rinsing me off, careful between my legs.
Before I can return the favor, he washes up quickly and we both step out. It’s tense and awkward as we wrap ourselves in towels. I want so much more from him than what he’s giving but I know I can’t ask for it. Not yet at least—I knew this would not come fast or easy, if it comes at all.
We agree to meet in the lobby to head to breakfast and he leaves. I pack my room up. After we eat and I take him on a tour, I’ll be heading back to Harmony Hollow with him. Not only will I need to be there for the build starting after the holidays, but I have to be close to him if I want him to believe I really want this.
