“Oh,” he chuckled, his blue eyes darkening as he took in her naked form. It was like a flip had been switched and alpha Deckard came out to play. “When I came into the house I heard the shower on. I thought that maybe you were a dirty girl today and needed someone to make sure that you got very very clean.”

Her shower was small, barely enough for the two of them, but it instantly felt as if it was shrinking even more in size. They were in a space with the walls closing in.

She was already turned on from watching the water cascade down his body, but his words had her sex throbbing for his touch. January captured her bottom lip between her teeth as she imagined him sliding his fingers through her folds. Her skin was covered in goosebumps from being out of the heated water, but she didn’t feel chilled at all. Instead, she felt as if she was on fire.

“Do you want me to get you clean, sweetheart?” he asked as he reached out and trailed his knuckles down from the side of her neck to just below her navel. Then he paused as he waited for her answer.

January couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell him that she wanted to feel his hands all over her body, she nodded her head instead. The moment his hand slipped along her sex, January had to steady herself against the tiles. Her hands smacked against the cold material as two of his fingers sunk deep inside her.

A haze of lust hovered in her vision, but she could see that his dick had fully hardened. She wanted to reach out to stroke it, to feel its velvety skin, to give Deckard every ounce of pleasure that he was giving her. But she didn’t get the chance.

“I need you now. Turn around and put your hands back on the tile.” She followed his command and noticed how he had stashed a condom on the soap dish, opening the packet and protecting them both as he slid the latex over his cock.

His shaft glided into her effortlessly and she gasped at the pleasure. She tried to stay out of her head and focus on enjoying this with Deckard, but January feared that she would never feel this with anyone else. The tears came quickly and she was glad that the shower could wash them away. A lifetime of memories was what she was going to have to endure.

Deckard’s powerful thrusts took them both careening over the edge just before the water of the shower chilled. He quickly lathered them both with soap and washed them clean.

Her teeth chattered as she stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed her towel, tossing an extra one toward Deckard as he exited behind her. But he didn’t use it to dry himself off; he took the thick terry cloth and draped it over January’s shoulders, providing her extra warmth.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Deckard’s hands moved up and down her shoulders, trying to warm them with the friction.

“It’s okay,” she stuttered between her chattering teeth.

Leaning down, he lifted her in his arms and carried her into her bedroom, setting her on the bed then moving toward her dresser.

He didn’t need directions, he knew where she placed all of her things since he helped her fold clothes yesterday. Worn-in sweats were tugged up her legs and a purple long-sleeve shirt replaced the towels. He pulled her favorite fuzzy socks over her feet and looked her over, pleased with himself. She wore no panties or bra, but she dared not mention anything. He had taken the time to dress her in her favorite things to ke

ep her warm, it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her.

“Deckard,” January called out as he stalked back toward the bathroom. He had almost crossed the threshold when he glanced at her over his shoulder, she added, “Thank you.”

He winked and turned back around, giving January a fantastic view of his perfect ass, and though she knew she needed to check on the lasagna, she figured she could take a few extra minutes to admire perfection.

~

“This is delicious,” Deckard said around a mouthful of lasagna - his second helping. “You made this?”

“Hey!” she exclaimed in jest.

As if he was being arrested, he held his hands high in the air, trying to backpedal. “No, I just meant. . .”

She erupted in laughter before explaining, “It’s my mother’s recipe. One of my favorites too.”

“I bet it was awesome growing up with a mom that cooked all the time. My parents worked a lot, so we mostly ate take out.”

“My mom loved to cook. Still does. Her Christmas ham was always one of my favorites. I wish you could have had a chance to taste it. No matter how many times I try to make it, it’s never quite right.”

He placed his hand on hers just as she was bringing her fork to her mouth.

“I’m sorry I never got the chance to try your mother’s Christmas feast. But, I’m certain that whatever you make tomorrow is going to be amazing.”

“You have such faith in me.”

“I’m amazed by everything that you do, January.” With a gentle squeeze, he released her hand and they continued eating, boxing up the leftovers for their lunch the next day.

She knew the only thing left unaccounted for on the list she had given to Deckard explaining her parent’s Christmas traditions had been watching a Christmas movie. Though she rarely had the chance to see any films in general, watching a Christmas movie was never on her list of things to do.

But she knew a list of her family’s favorites.

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