Page 104 of Reckless
“I don’t think I can walk anymore. Pretty sure my entire post-secondary education just evaporated right out of my head.”
I trail a finger through the mess on her back and watch her shiver. “Just stay like this. I can go again.”
Her head flips over her shoulder to me, eyes wide. “What?”
“What? You look good with a pearl belt.” My chin juts out at her. “Matches your pearl necklace.”
Her head drops, and she laughs. It sounds so good on her, airy and carefree.
“I can’t believe I just fucked a bull rider at my sister’s wedding.”
With a smile, I pull my pants up and turn to gather a handful of paper towels to clean her off. “Rude. You fucked your baby daddy at your sister’s wedding, and you know you’d do it again.”
Her back shakes on another laugh as I dab her off with steady hands. I toss the messy handful and grab another, reaching over her prone body to wet it with warm water.
With a gentle squeeze of my hand, water droplets fall across her back, little dots that land and roll along the slender slope of her body.
“And now he’s giving me a sponge bath.”
“Yeah. But this is the slut version. No sponges or fancy soap in a bathtub. Just paper towels and lukewarm tap water in a public washroom.”
Her face drops into her hands, and she laughs harder. “Theo, stop.”
I smile down at her back as I move the paper towel over her carefully, not wanting to miss a spot. Drunk on the sound of laughter flowing from a woman who has spent far too long feeling sad.
I take my time, reveling in being able to touch her so freely.
“Are you done?”
A sigh leaves me. “I guess so. I want to do this again. The princess version of a sponge bath though.”
She peeks up at me through the mirror. “Yeah.” She nods. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I agree, with a wink thatstillmakes her blush.
I toss the paper towel away and she straightens. We turn to face each other, and I get sucked in again. My eyes roam her body.
“I could sit you back on that counter and fuck you again. This time, with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Or we could get out of here and do that somewhere else.”
“Yeah.” I lick my lips, mind racing with all the ways I could have her. “But I kind of like doing it where we could get caught.”
“Well, we can do that again too.” She shrugs, looking momentarily innocent. “Sometime. Somewhere.”
I grin and quirk my head. “Anytime, anywhere?”
Her head shakes now, and she blinks away, lips pressed together to hide a smile. “You’re a machine.”
My hands reach for her, and I gather her against my chest. Naked and wearing heels. I thought not having a full-length view would help my erection, but the feel of her pressed against me is almost worse. She smells like cinnamon sugar, and I can’t keep my mouth off her. I kiss her hair. Her cheek. Her neck. My hands slide all over before gripping her ass.
“Has there really been no one else since that night?”
Her question stops me in my tracks.
“It just seems very unlikely. That’s all. Like borderline not normal. I don’t care. I’d just rather have it all laid out. It’s the secrets that kill me.”
“You calling me weird, Tink?” I squeeze her tighter and drop a kiss on her forehead as her head tips up to look me in the eye.
