Page 99 of Honeymoon Phase
Inhaling deeply, I take a second to stare at her in nothing but her bra and leggings, but the moment is cut short when I see goose bumps pepper across her skin. “We need to get you naked and into the warm water, so you don’t go hypothermic on me.”
She lets out a laugh and smiles through her chattering teeth. “Sounds hot.”
My nostrils flare at her little joke as I help her out of her sports bra next, my jaw going taut as her two tiny peaks point toward me with red, ruby nipples. She laughs and pushes me back, snapping me out of my stupor as she bends to push her tights off. I force myself to turn on the shower, making sure it’s not too hot to shock her body even more.
“Get in and start warming up,” I order a little too harshly, having a hard fucking time warring with my mind about not touching her yet and getting her warmed up first. “I’m coming in with you.”
She quickly jumps and the moan that she utters as the water hits her skin has my dick swelling. I shuck off my fire repellent bibs so quick I almost fall over. Normally I leave this stuff at the station but when Dakota called me to tell me how upset Addison was when she found out about the fire, I couldn’t take the time to stop on my way back. I had to get to her, especially when she didn’t answer her damn phone. I was desperate toapologize for being such a fucking asshole. She’d texted me earlier today to tell me about her plans to go for a run and my response was cruel, petty, and fucking selfish.
I will never do that to her again.
To know she was so distraught, she ran through the snow fucking kills me. Her face when she came around the corner of my house looked like she’d been through war. And it was my fault. All of it.
Yes, I’ve been angry at her for holding back her feelings but leaving her at home to worry? It’s unforgivable. And what I said to her last night in my anger? Fuck, I’m an asshole.
But seeing Robyn interact with Roe made my blood boil, and Roe’s anger at me was justified. I hurt her, but I don’t regret it because it woke us both up to see how important we are to each other. And it should have come as no shock to me that my wife, my Roe... is a fighter.
God that excites the ever-loving fuck out of me.
I’ll fight with her forever if she’ll have me.
I tug my jeans off and tear my shirt over my head. When I glance at the glass shower door, I find Addison watching me with her lip clamped tightly between her teeth. My dick jumps in my boxer briefs because I like her eyes on me. I’ve waited what feels like my whole fucking life to have her look at me like this, so I relish the moment I peel my boxers down and kick them out of the way.
Her hungry eyes are glued to my cock as I stalk toward her and swing the door open. She finally looks up, meeting my gaze, which makes me smile.
“Like what you see?” I ask, stepping into the shower and crowding into her space.
“Luke...” she says tentatively, reaching out to lay her hands on my chest, making me wince.
“Babe, your hands,” I murmur, cupping them to my chestand rubbing them aggressively as the water pours down over her, my own body standing outside the stream to not take any of the flow from her.
“I’m fine,” she says, pulling her hands back and shaking them out. “They’re tingling. That’s good.”
I reach around her to adjust the water temp a little warmer, now that she’s been in here a few minutes. “What about your toes?” I ask, dropping to my knees, trying to ignore for a few seconds how close to me her delicious naked body is. Picking one foot up off the tile floor, she lets out a squeak as she regains her balance so I can rub them hard. They feel like ice.
She lets out another laugh when I massage my hands up her right calf and down over her ankle, gripping her toes until I finally start to feel them heat up. “The other one,” I demand, repeating the motions with her other leg.
“They’re burning like hell now, I think I’m good. We won’t have to cut any toes off.” She reaches down and tips my chin up to look at her. I squint through the splatter of the shower water and feel like I can finally breathe again, and when I do... I let myself take in what I have standing before me.
Addison’s body glistens under the stream of water beading down her flesh. Her thick, muscular legs, round, supple hips, and soft, smooth belly are eye level with me. Begging to be touched. My gaze travels upward and I can’t help feasting my eyes on her breasts. I’ve fantasized about having them bare to me every day she’s been here. Imagining what was under those oversize T-shirts is nothing compared to this reality. Her nipples are hard and begging for my lips to be on them.
“Addison,” I state, using her real name and not her nickname, because what I’m about to say is going to be very unfriendly.
Her stomach contracts with a deep breath. “Yes?”
I run my hands up her calves, leaning in to kiss her stomach, loving how she inhales deeply when I nip at her skin there. “Iwant to rub my hands all over you. Wash you. Worship you,” I murmur, kissing at her naval. “I want to lick and suck every inch of your body.”
She shudders with a labored breath and grabs my wet hair as I stroke my hands higher up her thighs, gripping her ass as I lick and kiss my way up her stomach. “Then I want to take you to my bed and fuck you to sleep.”
Her breath comes out in quick pants as I gaze up at her, feeling my pulse racing beneath my skin. “How do you feel about all that?”
Her breath stutters as she shifts, pressing her back against the tile wall. She nods her head and lifts her foot to my shoulder, opening her legs to me. My mouth salivates as I take in her perfect pink pussy covered in a thin coat of hair. A beast awakens inside me as I hold myself back from attacking her like an animal who hasn’t eaten in days.
“I want your answer, Addison.” I smile and shake my head as I tsk at her. “I need to hear you say it, because once you say you want the same thing... once I get a taste of you...” I stand pulling her close to me, letting her feel how much I want her as my hard cock presses into her belly. “I won’t want to stop.”
She smiles a cheeky smile, looking like the spunky Roe I’ve grown to love. My best friend. Her voice is rich and virile when she cups her hands around my neck. “I feel like you better get started because lord knows I don’t sleep well.”
“You will when I’m done with you, babe,” I warn before covering her body with mine as I seize her lips with a deep, guttural groan.
