I nod and kiss his chest in a thankful gesture.
“What do you do to calm yourself when you are alone?” he asks.
I shrug, embarrassed.
“Huh?” he asks as he kisses my forehead again.
“I take a hot shower,” I whisper.
“Come on then, up you get.” He pushes me up from his chest and onto my feet. “Shower time.”
I get up slowly, walk to the bathroom and hear him open my linen press in the hall and get me out a towel. I turn the hot water on and wait for it to heat up.
He walks into the bathroom and over to me. I’m embarrassed. I feel like a little kid freaking out over a stupid dream. He slowly pulls my nightdress over my head, as his eyes don’t leave mine. H
is hands run down my legs as he removes my panties, and he gently kisses my stomach on the way back up my body.
He opens the glass door to the shower and ushers me in. I stand under the hot water and feel myself start to relax. Why is hot water therapy so damn effective I lean on the wall … my habit when trying to relax. Then I feel the door open and turn to see a naked Joshua getting in with me. My eyes drop down the length of his body… to his tattoo. My name branding his perfect body. I grab him in an affectionate embrace, unable to help myself.
“Turn around, presh, and let me wash your back,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I smile broadly up at him.
He frowns. “What?”
“You called me presh,” I whisper.
He smirks. “Did I?”
I nod and smile again as I turn away from him. His hands slowly rub soap all over my back and he washes me in deep massaging strokes, his hands rubbing deep into the muscles over the tops of my shoulders. Down my arms, back up over my shoulders. My eyes close at the contact. Hmm, this feels so good. He gently kisses the side of my ear and I smile into him.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He stills. “For what?”
“For being here and looking after me. It means a lot.”
He turns me and kisses me gently on the lips. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asks.
I nod and smile.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else either,” he whispers.
Our eyes meet and my heart melts. I love this man.
I pull his face down to meet mine and I kiss him. My open lips linger over his and my tongue slowly invites him in. We kiss again, more deeply, more passionately, and I feel his erection grow up against my stomach. His hands move to hold my face and he kisses me urgently. My hands drop down his body to his hips and back up to the backs of his shoulders. His strength and the power of his body starts to take me to a place where I lose all coherent thought.
I pull back from him. “Let me wash you,” I whisper.
His tongue runs over his bottom lip as his gaze holds mine. I turn him away from me and start to soap up his back. I swallow in awe—Joshua’s body is perfect, never have I seen such a perfect male specimen. I can see every muscle in his back, his buttocks are rock hard and, Abbie’s right, I could very well grate cheese on that stomach. He stands with his hands, above his head, resting on the top of the shower screen. My hands run freely over his back and I am starting to feel my pulse between my legs, hear my heartbeat in my ears. I bend and wash his legs, over his buttocks and then I turn him around to face me. Water is beading all over him and his eyes are on my lips. My eyes drop to the perfect muscle between his legs. Rock hard and ready for action as it lies up against his stomach. God, he’s so beautiful. I hold his eyes with mine as I re-soap my hands and drop my hands to between his legs. His breath catches as I take his lips in mine and stroke him upwards towards his face. He kisses me deeper and I stroke again, deeper this time, more urgent. He groans and takes hold of my face as his tongue takes possession of my mouth. My god, he’s so hot. I start to fist him deeply and he groans as he watches me, his mouth hanging slack as he breathes heavily. His eyes close and I really let him have it, my hand stroking him hard and long, my tongue diving deeper with want. His arms are wrapped around me protectively and the hot water runs over our backs. His eyes start to close and I know he’s close.
He lurches forward and grabs hold of my behind. “Tash,” he whispers into my neck.
I put the palm of my hand over the end of his shaft and pull him hard into it with my other hand, signifying hitting the inside end of me.
“Tash,” he whispers as he lurches forward and I kiss him deeply again.
“Come for me baby,” I whisper.