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CHAPTER 43

LIZZY

YOU’RE RUINING IT

“What are you doing?” I watch as he stands in front of me, the steaming water beading down his rippled stomach, his hand gripping the base of his hard length.

I raise my eyes to his to find that the soft, gentle look on his face from moments ago is replaced by a divinely wicked grin. His emerald green eyes send hot, fiery need throughout my body with how they devour me.

“Something I said I would never do, because I love you, probably an unhealthy amount.” His voice is low and husky, rough and ragged. I can practically feel how much he wants me, needs me in it.

I can’t believe that less than a year ago, I was ready to settle down into a cookie cutter, suburban life. I was ready to accept passionless and boring. Now I have this man that sees me and loves me like I’m his entire world. Nothing about being with him feels cookie cutter. It’s rough and raw, but so real. I want to feel the heat of his gaze, to feel his hunger for me for the rest of my life. I want to be looked at like this every day - no filters, no masks, nothing between us. I know it will never be passionless or boring.

I take in the site of him looming over me and my eyes widen as his grin grows and his dimples pop when he starts to grip his cock harder.

“Oh my god, yes!” I pull my hands from his thighs, bringing them together clapping and practically squealing. “It’s happening! You’re going to do it?”

I watch his hand work slowly, up and down his shaft and I can see the veins throb as the blood rushes into his cock. His grin widens and I shamelessly watch him stroke himself inches from me, the hot steam of the shower all around us. My eyes go back and forth from the perfect, dimpled grin to his abs to the private show he’s giving me. I’ve dreamt about seeing him do this and it’s better than that. I feel my tongue dart out over my lips and chuckle. “Why? You like what you see?”

I nod up at him eagerly.

He reaches for my chin with his other hand, forcing me to hold his gaze instead of watching him jerk his perfect cock. “That’s good, because I told you, I’m yours. All of me is yours.”

My heart pounds hearing that confession again in this moment. I know how hard it is for him to be vulnerable and he's giving me everything he has. His thumb traces my bottom lip and they part like a reflex to his touch as I whimper. My body hums, each nerve ending overstimulated. The feeling of the cool marble bench, the warm steam, the scorching heat of his gaze, the callouses of his thumb on my lips. All of it builds a tight coil of tension in me that only he can release.

“But since you did lose that bet on the river after all, you’re gonna have to give me a show too, princess.” He leans forward, grabbing my neck, his thumb tracing my parted lips as a gasp escapes them. I feel the column of my neck shift in his grip when I smile back at him eagerly. “Now spread those thighs and play with yourself for me, like you do when you’re thinking about me. Show me how much you need me, how much you love me.”

I smirk up at him, leaning into the grip of his hand. “Awfully bold of you to assume I do this thinking about you.” My thighs open and I drop a hand to them, circling my already swollen and aching clit. I cup a breast in my other hand, rolling and teasing the tight bud. “But it might look something like this.”

His eyes dart from mine to my breasts to the hand between my legs. I watch as his grip tightens and he works himself harder and faster. The sight of his abs tensing and the veins running down that V is a work of art .

“Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so perfect. So damn perfect, princess.”

I preen with his praise and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You’re already so close for me.”

“You’re awfully confident. How do you know?” I look up at him, batting my wet lashes, still taking him in.

His hooded eyes peer into me and his thumb traces my still parted lips.

“Because your lips do that.”

I nip his thumb, smiling back up at him. He grins back at me and I feel that knot of tension in me build under his gaze and the pressure from my fingers, circling my needy swollen bundle of nerves faster and faster. I know he must be getting close because I hear his breathing quicken and watch his muscles tense.

“And your cheeks get this pretty little shade of pink.” His thumb goes back to rubbing my cheek and I whimper at the touch.

“And your eyes.” The deep forest green eyes that I will always feel seen by burn right into mine.

“What about my eyes?” I pant.

He strokes himself harder and more erratically. “They get glassy, just like that.”

“How do you know all of that?” I feel myself barreling over that cliff of ecstasy, breathing harder with each flick of my clit, each stroke of his thumb over my cheek. This man feels like he’s part of my soul, part of me. I’ve given him that last little piece of me, the one I thought was broken and lost and he’s cherishing it like his life depends on it.

“Because you’re my everything. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the moment we met. I take in every breath, every step, every word.” Those eyes. Those damn eyes hold my gaze. “Every time you tap those lips with those pink nails. Every time you flick that ponytail. I breathe it in. I drink it in. You consume me . ”

“God, Clay.” I come undone, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me like the chorus of his words, his declarations of love. I melt into a puddle of bliss on the cool marble, knowing this is where I was meant to be, with him.

“Yes. Princess. That's it. So beautiful.” I look up just as he bucks into his fist and his sculpted body clenches. He lets out rope after rope of warm cum on my chest, letting go of my neck and bracing himself against the wall behind me.

This is even better than I fantasized.

We stay there just like that, the hot water running over our bodies, for what feels like forever before he tilts my chin up to look at him.

He reaches next to me on the bench, grabbing the soap. “Let’s get you cleaned up again.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I turn around, leaning into his body and let him wash my chest. He takes his time, massaging and kneading. I lean back into him and he cranes his neck to bring his lips to mine for a perfect, heart stopping kiss.

Yes.

He’s better than anything I could have ever dreamed of for myself.

I lay in bed, still giddy thinking about the show he put on for me in the shower, practically vibrating. It was the very show he said he would never give me. “So can that be an every shower thing?”

A low hum rumbles from his chest and he drapes his arm over me, lacing his fingers into mine. I pull his hand to my lips, kissing the back of his knuckles, grinning at the word OVER spelled across them.

That’s just it. Just when I thought the idea of me being able to trust, of me being able to open myself up completely to someone, was over , Clay Chapman walks right into my life. He walked right into my favorite dive bar. He walked right into my condo. He walked right into my heart and now it really is over , I found the person I’ve always wanted, whether I knew it or not.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours?” His deep voice pulls me back to the moment, a moment I want to happen countless more times.

“I’m thinking that should definitely be an every shower thing. You were hot, like so hot,” I tease.

He mock groans, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re ruining it, princess.”

I push myself back into his big, warm, comforting body, melting when he wraps his arms around me tighter.

I knew I didn’t need someone to make me better or stronger. I’ve never been a hopeless heroine that needed someone to prop them up or define them. I just needed this, a man that loves me exactly the way I am and will be by my side, hand in hand, through everything.

And that’s who Clay is.

My partner. My equal.

My eyes flutter shut and I fall asleep with one thought on my mind.

Nothing could ever ruin this.