Page 73 of Nemesis
I’d never gotten the opportunity to do this, just lie next to him and watch him be. The only time it had been a possibility, I’d left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.
But now, waking up next to him, watching him sleep, was the only thing I found myself wanting to do for the rest of my life.
It’s not time yet, Sofia.And only if he forgives you after everything.
I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath, relishing in this peace for a few more minutes.
Ignoring the pang inside my chest that hated me for pulling myself away from him, I took a deep breath and gently moved his arm off me before rolling out of bed.
My gaze flicked down on the bed and I frowned when I found where I’d slept clean. I touched between my thighs, only to find no traces of last night. It suddenly dawned on me that he’d cleaned me after I fell asleep last night.
Mi cielito.
I tiptoed across the room and grabbed his shirt from where he’d tossed it last night, then pulled it on. I glanced at him one last time right before I slipped out of the bedroom. Where his expression was peaceful only a moment ago, his brow was now furrowed, the corner of his lips turned down and selfishly it warmed my heart.
I quietly padded to the bathroom across the hall, leaving the door open, and turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up. I tugged on the seam of his shirt and pulled it over my head.
I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed something had changed. Traces of the girl I used to be stared back at me. Despite my body being sore from last night, my heart was perfectly at ease for the first time in what felt like forever.
Steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the small mirror. I stepped under the spray and closed my eyes as the heated water prickled down my skin.
My thoughts drifted to everything that happened last night. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve pulled away. That I should’ve pushed him away and played the role of the indignant faithful wife who just kissed her bodyguard in a moment of carelessness.
But the passion coursing through us washed the thoughts away, reminding me I’d been his first. As a matter of fact, I’d always been his.
I’d never stopped being his. As much as he’d never stopped being mine.
It had been a while since anything had felt this good, so as selfish as this might’ve made me, I was going to relish in this temporary reprieve while I could.
Our heated moments flooded the space around me and before I could stop myself, my hand brushed over my skin, ghosting over a nipple. I inhaled sharply at the sensation and gave in, letting my mind wander, my hand slowly working down the front of my body.
I sensed him the moment he stepped into the bathroom. The glass door slid open and I looked over my shoulder, my body slightly to the side, my hand stopping its path down.
My heart soared at the sight of him. I felt the heat of his eyes as they touched every part of me. My lips. Across my jaw. Over my breasts. Following intently the water sluicing over my body, down to where my fingers slipped over the top of my pussy, lightly grazing my clit.
Goose bumps sprouted along my skin and the moment his gaze found mine again, I was all but panting.
He stepped under the water until his chest was pressed to my back. A tingle surged through me when I applied pressure. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and I leaned back into him, my head dropping over his chest. He pressed a light kiss on the side of my head.
“Morning,mi alma,” he whispered against my skin.
He brought his other thick forearm around my waist, trapping me against his growing erection. His hand snaked up to palm my breast as I worked my fingers faster, sending heat flaring through me.
He let out a low groan. “That’s it, play with my pussy for me.”
A slight moan escaped me as he tugged on one of my nipples, his teeth nipping my earlobe. My muscles cramped and tightened, my body vibrating with the clash of his hand on my body while I played with myself.
Then, I was falling over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me, Theo’s name falling from my lips on a shaky exhale.
His lips placed another small kiss on my temple as I turned to face him. I looked down at his erection, biting my tongue as I moved to my knees, but he stopped me.
I frowned, but he curled his finger beneath my chin, raising my eyes back to his. “Seeing you come undone for me was all I needed this morning,” he declared, turning me back to settle against him.
I let my head fall back once again, peace rolling through my body.
He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hand and began washing my hair, massaging the roots. I let out a deep moan at his ministrations, his nails digging in for a moment before he continued drawing circles along my scalp.
He remembers.
