“Come on,” I holler from the bathroom. “You need to use the washroom so you don’t get a UTI.”
Grumbling comes from behind me as I take my time removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it into the garbage. Turning around, her soft emerald green eyes meet mine with hesitation as she stands in the doorway.
Striding toward her, I close the distance that I’ve already grown to hate even though she’s right here. My hand reaches up, and I trace the side of her face before cupping it in my hand. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her lips. Now that I’m allowed to have her wholly, I don’t know if anything will ever satisfy me again.
“I’m going to grab us some clean clothes. Use the toilet, and then we’ll shower.” I direct her, noting the way her eyes are soft and wide as she looks at me. Stepping to the side, I give her room to walk past before I return to the bedroom.
When I return, I find Harper standing in front of the mirror as she removes her makeup. Walking past her, I set our clothes on the vanity, and turn the shower on. Stepping up behind her, my eyes connect with hers. The corner of her mouth tips up as she leans back, resting her head on my shoulder.
My arms circle around her, one hand snaking up through the valley of her supple breasts, until my hand lightly wraps around her neck. Using my thumb, I tilt her head so it’s facing me before leaning down to press my lips against hers. Harper melts into me.
Why did I deny us this for so long?
I know exactly why I did. I should have talked to her sooner, told her everything.
I’m not going to stress thewhat ifs. I’m going to spend the rest of my time showing her exactly how much I want her.
Stepping back, I tap her ass. “Come on, get in. Let me wash you.”
She steps in directly under the stream, a satisfied groan leaving her lips. Tilting her head back, my fingers comb through her hair, ensuring it’s wet. Reaching past her, I grab her shampoo squirting a healthy dollop into the palm of my hand.
“Alright babydoll, turn.”
She looks up at me with curiosity in her gaze, hesitating for a minute before turning her body.
My fingers methodically comb through her hair, massaging the shampoo to a lather. She lets out a content sigh, barely audible over the sound of the water. My chest warms with affection as I take in every relaxed movement of her body.
“Good?” I ask, turning her back around so I can rinse out the suds.
“So good.” She hums as her head leans into my hand.
I repeat the process with the conditioner. While it sits in her hair, I grab the cloth draped across the shelf and squeeze the body wash on the cloth.
“What are you doing?” Harper giggles when the cloth runs down her arm.
The corner of my lip twitches as I look down on her. “I thought it was obvious? I’m taking care of my girl.”
Guiding the cloth over her collar bone, I take my time dragging it over her breast before teasing the damp fabric over her nipple. Watching as it grows taut, I linger for a breath before repeating my motions on her other side. A soft whimper leaves Harper’s lips, and I capture it in a kiss.
She pulls back, cradling my face in her hand. I lean into her touch for a moment, letting it ground me before I continue my descent.
The cloth follows the path of my hand as I move down her body. I drop to my knees before her. The cloth traces every delicate curve, holding me captivated as I memorize her soft, ivory colored thighs. I ache to push my hands between them, caressing her wet heat.
My gaze trailing up, connecting with the eyes that have easily become my new favorite color, as a smirk spreads across her face.
“What’s on your mind?”
She catches her bottom lip between her lips, shifting from one foot to the other. A yelp leaves her as I swat her ass.
“Use your words, babydoll.”
“You’re just– you’re on your knees.”
A laugh escapes me as I remember what I told her.
“Ah yes,” I murmur, running my hands up her outer thigh, before reaching round to grip her ass in my hands. I bring her forward until my nose is at her mound. I breathe her in before I dart my tongue out to taste her. A whimper comes from above me as I stand.
“As much as I would love to stay on my knees and worship you until you’re nothing but putty under my hands…” My hands go to the back of her neck as I tilt her head and rinse her hair one more time, washing out the remainder of the conditioner. “It’s late, and I want to hold you.”
