This is Love by (Checkmate Duet 2)

“Turn around.”

He obeys, and I repeat the process. I rub my palms over his shoulders, neck, and down his back. Although the water is hot, I can feel goose bumps prick his skin when I touch him. Feeling bold, I slide my hand lower and rub the soap down his spine, all the way down to his ass. I feel his body tighten and decide to keep going.

Once I’ve thoroughly cleaned down the back of his legs and his perfect, tight ass, I make my way back up and wash his shoulders and arms.

“You’re very thorough,” he says in amusement, turning back around to face me.

“I take pride in my work,” I say, weaving my fingers through his and making sure every finger gets clean.

He watches me for a few more moments and then grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock. “You missed a spot.”

I swallow, taken off guard by his boldness. “Well, I figured it was an area you could reach yourself.”

“Doctor’s orders,” he says with a lazy shrug. “I can’t risk getting dizzy and slipping to my death with my dick in my hand.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. God, he’s too much sometimes. “I bet the nurses had a party the day you were discharged.”

“Nah, they enjoyed my antics. Kept them on their toes.”

“I bet,” I say dryly. I slathered more soap between my hands and wrapped my fingers around his erection that never seems to go down, rubbing the suds up and down his length. With my other hand, I massage his balls, making sure to be as gentle as I can. I’ll give him the satisfaction that he won this round, but I won’t finish him off, as much as I’d love to.

As soon as his head falls back and his body begins to tighten, I release my hands and rinse them underneath the water. “All done, Mr. King,” I say in a professional tone. “Can I help you with anything else?”

His throat moves and his chest rises and falls quickly. “Yes, as a matter of fact.” His tone is sharp. “Put your hands back on me right now.” He lowers his face and locks eyes with me. “You’re going to give me blue balls.”

“Sorry, Mr. King, but that’s not in the paperwork. Any pleasuring will have to be done on your own time.” I flash a witty smile, and I can tell he’s brewing inside.

“I should’ve known your smart mouth would come out to play.” The corner of his lips tilt up, and I know he’s up to something. He grabs the soap and smirks at me. “My turn.”

I furrow my brows, but he stays silent as he circles a finger in the air, motioning for me to turn around. After a few moments, I feel his hands on my shoulders, and it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. His hands are so big and strong, and even though they’re covered in soap, I want his hands on me—everywhere.

A moan releases from my throat as he makes his way down my back and ass, thoroughly covering every inch of me. I miss his body on mine, touching me, kissing me, pushing my every limit. I want everything this man has to offer, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

“Put your hands up on the wall,” he says over my ear, pressing his body into mine and feeling his erection against the small of my back. “Spread your legs apart.”

I do as he says, and am just about to ask what he’s doing when he wraps both arms around my waist, holding onto me. His legs are spread behind mine, keeping his balance, and before I can make a comment about how I’m supposed to be the one keeping an eye on him, he lowers his hand down my stomach and palms my pussy. Every thought vanishes and the only thing I need in this world is for his hands never to stop touching me.

His other hand slides up and covers my breast, massaging it in rhythm as he rubs his thumb over my clit. A soft moan releases, and I’m no longer in control.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, his words vibrating over my ear. My entire body shivers. The water cascades down his back, leaving me naked and cold. “You have goose bumps.”

I swallow as his fingers slide along my slit, building up the ache that I was already fighting. I can’t concentrate on anything beyond his hand on my breast and his fingers sliding inside me, building up the pressure I so desperately want to release.

My head falls back against his chest and rests on his shoulder. “I think this is a safety hazard, Mr. King. I can’t be liable for any injuries due to your wandering hands.”