Easton

“Do you have any idea how scary I’ve found that for years?” she asked.

“I’m guessing a whole lot.”

“Yes, yes, yes, thank you. Thank you so much.” She pressed her lips to his, and Easton was so taken aback, he didn’t respond.

Before he got a chance to respond, she pulled away.

It wasn’t one of those kisses; it was a polite, sweet, tender kiss. One between friends.

“You’re the best.”

Easton had to get himself under control. Feeling Scarlett’s curvy body pressed against him had gotten him all kinds of excited, and they were just friends. This wasn’t about him taking a girl. This was about him getting over another. Only, one look at Scarlett and he wanted so much more.

****

Scarlett had put Junior to bed and excused herself to take a shower. Liam had been drinking a brandy in his office when she left him. He’d been watching her and Easton’s interaction, and she felt a little guilty.

She did love Liam, and she’d never leave him. With Easton, there was pain, a great deal of it she hadn’t spoken of, and also a yearning. Only, the yearning was not just with Easton.

Liam had done something to her tonight, and now, her body no longer felt like her own. It felt foreign to her.

Her nipples were puckered, and her pussy was slick. She was so aroused, and she’d not experienced this in a really long time.

Removing her clothes, she stepped into the warm shower. Water cascaded all around her. She tilted her head back to have it wash away all of her worries. She put her hands on her stomach, turning away from the water to soak her hair.

Slowly, she ran her hands up to her breasts, cupping them, feeling the nipples tighten. With one hand on her breasts, the other, she moved between her thighs, touching her clit. She was so aroused as she gasped out.

Liam’s touch had flicked a switch, and now she wanted his hands on her, touching her, caressing her, showing her exactly what he could do to her.

She wanted his brand of touch all over her body.

Pressing two fingers inside her, the heat flooded her body, but it wasn’t enough. Her touch wasn’t giving her the kind of pleasure she craved.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” Liam said, startling her.

She’d been so lost in her thoughts, she’d not heard Liam enter the bathroom, let alone open the shower stall.

“Liam, what are you doing here?”

“I’m coming to bed, but seeing as you’re doing this.” He removed his shirt, showing his impressive, muscular chest. He had a few splashes of ink across his chest and arms, but it was always hidden from sight whenever he left the house.

Next, he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs. Within a few seconds, he stood in the shower stall.

He reached out and stroked some hair back from her face. His hands fell to her shoulders, and he spun her around so that her back was now to his chest.

Liam didn’t make a move to touch her, and she didn’t stop him.

This was so far beyond a fantasy. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was real life.

Liam, her husband, was standing in the shower with her.

“Is this because of Easton?” Liam asked. His lips were so close to her ear, it made it impossible for her to pretend not to hear.

“No.”

“Then what is it? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Tell me, Scarlett. You can tell me anything.”

She sank against him, feeling his warmth once again surround her. “It’s you. It’s all you.”

They were words she didn’t want to speak, and yet, saying them for him to hear, felt right. This was what she wanted with him. They slept in the same bed, kissed, hugged, and were a couple in most things. This had never happened though. Whenever she was aroused, she’d always taken care of it herself.

This was different. This arousal came from something else.

Liam.

He’d made her wet and hot, and desperate.

He kissed her neck. He’d done it many times in the past. Only this time, it was so much more. His lips grazed her earlobe, and his teeth scored the flesh of her neck, making her gasp.

This was more than she could have imagined. So much more. His hands didn’t move from her shoulders. He held her tightly against him.

“Please, Liam.”

“All in good time. Pleasure is not to be rushed. It’s to be explored, to be given time to really develop before you explode.”

He pulled her hair down one shoulder, and the tips of his fingers grazed down her body, stroking over the buds of her nipples.

She gasped.

“I love that I did this to you.” He cupped her tits, pressing them together. She pressed her thighs together. He bit down harder on her neck, and she cried out, the intense pleasure shocking her with the force of it.