Page 89 of Lust & Lies
“You can have sex with socks on, but you can’t shower in them,” I teased.
“Have sex?” His brow rose. “Wife, we don’t have sex. We either make love or we fuck.”
Wow! Don’t you dare smack your lips, pussy. That was not an invitation to ride him or test out that butt stuff he mentioned.
Leaning closer, he added, “If you thought what we did was sex, then I didn’t do my job properly. Maybe I should try again and keep trying until I get it right.”
Placing my hand on his chest, I apologized for my mistake.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Savage. Forgive me for using the wrong word. That was not sex. You definitely fucked my throat and my pussy.”
His grin was so damn cute. Boyish and wicked at the same time.
“I love the hell out of you, woman,” he whispered, making me melt for him.
“Same,” I told him. “Now let’s hop in the shower and get our day started... again.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He scooped me up like I weighed nothing at all. I hooked my arms around his neck, clinging to the man who always made me feel like I belonged exactly where I was, in his embrace. Once again, I marveled at his strength and how easily he carried me around this house.
“My husband is so strong,” I praised him.
His gaze dropped to mine, tender as ever. “I have to be to protect you, my love.”
He always said the sweetest things.
I stared up at him, unable to tear my gaze away as he carried me to the bathroom and set me gently on my feet. While he bent to peel off his socks, I turned the shower on and tested the water, letting it heat until steam began to rise.
I turned back to tell him it was ready, and noticed he’d moved over to the counter and was going through the drawer. I arched a brow, curious about what he was looking for. I was shocked when he closed the drawer and faced me, only to be holding a shower cap in his hand.
Only one.He’d gotten himself a shower cap, but not me. That should not hurt my feelings. But it did. I held in my pout as he strode toward the shower. I inhaled deeply and released it slowly, refusing to get upset over something so small.
I was an independent woman. I could get my own shower cap. There was absolutely no reason for me to be angry. My mind knew that, but my heart was feeling a little bruised. Maybe it wasbecause he’d been spoiling me so much that I expected certain things from him.
That was on me, not him. So, I didn’t say anything. Instead, I started toward the counter to grab my own cap. Problem solved. But Aiden stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“Wait a sec,” he told me. “Let me put this on for you.”
I stared up at him, shocked and feeling a little guilty for thinking he’d left me out. I was so glad I hadn’t complained or overreacted. He stepped close and slid the cap over my head. He tucked my hair inside the cap, his large hands surprisingly careful as he smoothed it in place.
When he was satisfied with the look, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and whispered, “Perfect.”
My heart did that stupid flutter thing again.This man knows me so damn well.He anticipated needs I hadn’t even voiced. Grateful couldn’t begin to describe how I felt in that moment. Blessed was a better word.
I smiled up at him, loving him more in that moment than I thought was even possible. But I also had to remind myself that I couldn’t get upset over little things. It was those things that ended relationships far quicker than bigger issues.
If I wanted to be spoiled, I had to make sure I was spoiling my man also. It worked both ways. I turned and opened the shower door.
“After you,” I stated, stepping aside for him to enter.
He frowned, then said, “You just want to stare at my butt.”
I couldn’t hold in my laughter. “You already know,” I told him, biting my lower lip.
He walked backward into the shower, eyes on me. More laughter bubbled from me. He was savage, sweet, and silly. A whole package. My gaze dropped to hispackage. Savage, sweet, silly, andslung.
I rushed over and grabbed two small towels before following him into the shower, closing the door behind us. He accepted the towel I gave him as steam curled around us. I stepped under the spray of water, loving how hot and soothing it was as it slid over my skin.
