Page 50 of Final Goodbye
I turned the handle, cranking on the hot water. Standing centered in the shower, the water fell from the ceiling with the perfect pressure.
“Come on. Join me,” I said as I reached out my hand for hers so she could join me under the waterfall.
“I’d like to sit here for just another moment. Admire the view.” She looked me up and down, following each water drop that rolled down my body.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you admired the view.” Flirtatiously, I raised my eyebrows at her. She loved to look at me. Watch me. She made it obvious and didn’t have a care in the world. And I loved every second of the attention.
“When you’re done gawking, I’d love to wash you up,” I added.
“You just want to put your hands on me again,” she called my bluff.
Joining me under the water, her hair immediately started to soak. I took some shampoo, squirting it in my hand before rubbing it thoroughly through her dark strands. “Are you washing my hair, Declan?” she asked with amazement in her eyes.
“Yeah, baby. I just want you to relax.” Continuing to massage the suds into her scalp, she allowed her body to fully relax. Agreeing to let me take the reins.
“No one has ever washed my hair before. Not like this,” she said in a soft voice, almost like she was choked up.
“I don’t want to scare you away after we had sex by turning this serious. But I’m not fucking around here, Paige. I’m telling you right now, I want you. I just want to see where this goes. No pressure. No titles. Just you and me enjoying each other’s company. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated. Not all of us are like the men from your past. Especially me.” She knew I meant Logan without saying his name.
She turned around, gazing up into my eyes, hair full of soap, still looking as gorgeous as ever. “I want you too, Declan. In more ways than how I showed you I wanted you tonight. I want to be around you any chance I get. I want to go to your parents with you on Thanksgiving and not have to hide the fact that I want to hold your hand under the table. I like you, Declan,” she admitted with a vulnerability in her voice.
I couldn’t hold back the cheekiest smile that spread across my face. Especially when I noticed the same smile break across hers. Fuck, this girl was something else. She was special. And she was mine.
“Baby girl, you are going to be my undoing. I’m fucking crazy about you.” She stood there, soapy hair and all, biting that damn lip of hers, looking at me like I’d hung the moon.
“Let’s get this shit out of your hair so I can take you back to bed.”
I finished washing her hair and soaping up her entire body, taking my sweet ass time to touch and feel her smooth, tanned skin. She returned the favor when it was my turn and layered my body with my signature soap.
“Mmm, I love this smell. My new favorite,” she said, taking in the aroma of the soap I used every day. That sweet little moan on her lips drove me wild.
“Smells like the forest. Rugged. Juniper and sage, just like I thought,” she said when checking the label on the bottle. “So manly. I fucking love it.”
“It’s all I have in here. I’ll have to remember to put some other soap in here, so you don’t smell like a man.” I chuckled.
“Just means I get to smell like you until my next shower. I don’t mind at all.” There was no way I could stand in this shower with her and not go for round two. She looked way too fucking good all soaking wet. And when she said things like that, it made the blood rush straight to my cock.
I didn’t have to look down to confirm I was hard again, clearly ready to go. Paige knew it too when her eyes drifted down my body, her eyes widening. A knowing giggle left her lips when she reached out and pulled me closer to her with slick hands.
“I know you want to get me back to bed, but what do you say about a quickie? We should probably break in the shower, wouldn’t you say?” she pleaded, fluttering those gorgeous eyes I couldn’t say no to. Her hands made their way up my chest, her long nails scratching up and down my abs and giving my flesh goosebumps.
A quickie I could do. We had plenty of foreplay earlier and by the way she was looking at me, I was ready to fuck her up against this shower wall. Her hands felt like fire on my skin. When I felt the way she touched me, a switch flipped inside me. Heat found my neck, my chest heaved up and down, and I felt like a caveman. I started to back her into the wall away from the water, the mirrors and glass all fogged over when I laid a hand on either side of her head, creating handprints.
“I could never say no to you, Paige. Take advantage of that if you want. But if you ask, I will always give you what you want. Especially if what you want is my cock.”
She answered by letting her fingers trail all the way down as she wrapped both hands around my shaft. A hiss found my lips in pleasure from her touch. And just like earlier, I needed her. All of her.
Dragging one of my hands down the wall, I wrapped it gently around her throat, pulling her closer to me as I took her mouth with mine. Her lips parted, allowing my tongue to sweep against hers. Her hand around my cock only made my mouth more eager. With each stroke, my breath hitched. I needed to be inside her.
I flipped her around, pressing her tits against the glass as she pushed her ass out toward me, eager for me to fill her up. I reached between her legs to make sure she was ready for me to plunge into her when I felt how soaked she was.
“This all for me, baby girl?” I asked as my fingers swiped through her center.
“Yes. Yes,” she moaned.
“You’re such a needy girl. So wet for me, just begging for my cock.” I was lined up perfectly to slide right in. A loud gasp fell off her lips when I eagerly plunged inside her. Not taking this one light, I went right to work.
With one hand wrapped around her, plucking her pebbled nipple, my other hand found her clit. Rubbing my middle finger in circles around her sensitive nub, I pumped in and out so deep I was bottoming out. Fuck, I was going to get there quick.
