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I want to fuck her slowly against the shower wall with her legs hooked around my waist, drilling into her until we both come.
But I know she’s tired.
And so am I.
I step closer, hands framing her waist. “You sure you’re awake enough for this? You can go lie down while I finish up in here.”
She laughs softly, eyes darting up to meet mine. “I’ve beenawake since I got a lungful of the chemistry lab wafting off you. Believe me, I’m wide awake.”
“So dramatic.” I tease. “The glycol smell isn’t even strong.”
She drops her chin, doe-eyes flaring. “Of course I’m dramatic. Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
I pull her close, so we’re flush. “Damn right I like it.” My head dips, kissing the spot beneath her ear. “I fucking love it.”
She giggles, her face flooding a pinkish hue as she gently shoves me away.
We finish undressing, our movement unhurried. The shower kicks on, steam curling up around us, fogging the mirror. I pull her in with me, warm water hitting my shoulders, sliding down my back.
She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her forehead against my chest. And something about that—about being held like this—hits harder than the kiss did.
“I love coming home to you,” I murmur under the fall of spray.
She tilts her head, chin resting on my chest to meet my eyes, droplets of water clinging to her lashes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I echo.
We stay like that, holding each other as the water pours over us.
We don’t have sex.
We just wash each other.
And somehow, it feels more intimate than anything else ever could.
When we crawl into bed, she drapes her body over mine, and falls asleep almost instantly.
But despite how tired I am, I stay awake for hours, holding her, breathing her, memorizing her.
Just in case I lose her.
CHAPTER 36
Scottie
I’M TIRED OF KEEPING US HIDDEN
Iwas invited to Sunday family dinner.
I’ve been before, that’s not the issue. The issue is I’ve never been married to one of the Ledgers while doing so.
Gavin and I talked it over.
The plan is to act normal. Like we’re friends. Which makes complete sense because why wouldn’t we be friends if I’m living in his pool house? It’s a very friendly situation.
So friendly I woke up with him between my legs, eating me for breakfast.
He does that pretty often.
