Page 35 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

WHO KNEW A SHOWER WITH my husband could be emotionally overwhelming yet fulfilling at the same time? I was glad he couldn’t see me standing there, staring at his back, smiling like a girl falling in love for the first time.

Before I could think twice, I stepped closer to him and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He tensed, muscles tightening. I did it again, going up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his nape.

“Noe,” he whispered so low I barely heard it over the sound of the shower.

That whispered word only made me want to touch him more. My arms slipped around him from behind, my cheek resting against the heat of his back. I smoothed my hands across the solid ridges of his stomach, tracing every taut line before sliding lower until I found what I wanted.

I wrapped my fingers around him. Damn, he was thick, hard, ready. I smiled against his back as his cock twitched in my palm. All was fair in love and war. Since he’d distracted me while I was showering, it was time for me to do the same to him.

The moment I tightened my grip and stroked him, a deep groan tore from his throat. His head tilted back, lips parting as the ragged sound slipped free. That was my reward, but I wanted more. I continued stroking him, loving the sounds he made.

“Fuck, Noe,” he breathed, his voice rough.

I kissed his back again and again, covering every inch I could reach while my hand slid up and down his cock, slow at first, then faster as my other hand roamed over his abs. I rubbed higher, fingers spanning his chest.

His nipples hardened under my touch, and when I grazed one with my thumb, his whole body shuddered, cock pulsing against my palm. Now this was what I called multitasking.

I continued stroking him as he moaned, whispering my name and thrusting into my hand. My thumb traced the tip of him, and his cock jerked. He was close, so close. He braced one hand against the shower wall, hips flexing forward to meet my strokes.

His deep moans were sexy as hell, every sound urging me to grip tighter, stroke faster. His body leaned into my touch, his stomach muscles tightening. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor blended with his groans.

Every note of pleasure he emitted let me know he was close to exploding for me. I kissed along his spine and up to his neck, nipping him there before resting my face against his back again.

“I love the way you feel in my hand, Savage. So thick. So perfect, so mine,” I whispered.

“Fuck, Noe,” he groaned.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered, pumping him faster.

“I’m yours, Noe. All fucking yours.”

“Tell me I own this cock,” I insisted.

“You own this cock, baby. You own me. You own everything,” he groaned. “Everything I have is yours.”

“That’s right,” I rasped against his back, my lips brushing his wet skin. “This cock is mine to stroke, mine to suck, mine to ride whenever I want. Nobody else will ever feel it, no one else will ever taste it. Say it.”

“Nobody else,” he choked, head falling back as his moan echoed in the stall. “Only you, Noe. Only your mouth. Only your pussy. Only your ass.”

My pussy quivered.

“Good, Savage. Look at how hard you are for me,” I whispered, twisting my wrist as I pumped him harder. My thumb circled the tip, spreading his precum over the thick head of his cock. “Look at it, Savage. Look at the gift you just gave me.”

He stared down.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, his abs tightening under my touch, his body trembling against mine.

“Watch how I stroke it, Savage. Watch how your cock swells in my hand when I squeeze just right.” Precum leaked from the tip. “You see that? That’s all for me. Only me.”

“You’re gonna make me lose it, Noe,” he groaned.

“That’s the point,” I breathed into his ear, pumping faster, relentless now. The slick sound of my hand jerking his cock filled the stall. “Cum for me, Savage. Cum in my hand like the good husband you are. Give me every last drop, and tell me you love me while you do it.”

“Damn it, Noe,” he groaned, his hand clenching into a fist against the shower wall.

“Don’t be stingy, baby. Let me have it. Let me have all of it.”

He let out a growl that turned into a guttural moan, his cock twitching in my grip, his hips bucking.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped, voice nearly cracking. “Baby, don’t stop. I’m about to cum.”

“I won’t stop. I want to feel you spill for me. I want to milk every drop until you’re shaking. Give it to me, Aiden. Let me feel how much you need me.”

I kept my promise. I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I kept stroking, kept kissing, kept holding him through the pleasure until his whole body jerked under my touch.

“I love you, Noe,” he called out as his release hit hard, causing his entire body to shudder.

Hot spurts of cum spilled over my hand, landing on the floor, mixing with the water. Aiden’s head fell back, throat working as he moaned my name, telling me he loved me over and over again, just like I’d asked.

I continued rubbing his nipple and stroking him through every last thrust, kissing his back while he gave me everything he had. There was no rhythm to his movements now. He was no longer in control of his body. Neither was I.

He was caught up in the pleasure, trapped in a state of arousal that had him bucking into my palm. My savage came hard. And he didn’t try to hide how good it felt to him. He was loud with it, and I freaking loved it.

It was like trying to tame a wild horse. A wild savage. And I was just the woman for the job. I held him through it. And when his body finally sagged forward, chest heaving, I hugged him tighter, lips pressed to his damp skin.

“You feel that, Savage? You’re still twitching for me. Even after you’ve given me everything, your cock is still trying to please me. That’s how much you belong to me.”

All he could do was moan as his body quaked, aftershocks leaving him wrecked. I loved knowing I could make him come undone with nothing but my hands, my kisses, and my words. With one last rub that made him jerk, I released his cock.

Lowering my hand from his abs, I took a step back. Before I could take another, Aiden spun around so fast that he was almost like a blur. I blinked, and then his mouth was on me, crashing against mine in a kiss that damn near stole my breath.

His tongue swept past my lips, deep and claiming, leaving me melting against his wet chest. My knees almost gave out, and I would’ve gone sliding if his arms hadn’t wrapped around me, holding me close as he deepened the kiss.

Eyes closed, I allowed myself to be carried away like the steam rising around us. Our tongues danced together, his arms wrapping tighter around me as if he couldn’t get me close enough to him. Each swipe of his tongue demanded more of me, and I gave it willingly.

The kiss left me shaken, clinging to him as if my life depended on the air in his lungs, not mine. When he finally broke the kiss, his lips hovered over mine, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that rooted me in place.

And all I could think was, this is what love looks like. This is what it feels like. This is what it tastes like. For me, Aiden Park was love made flesh. And I hoped I was the same for him. If I wasn’t, I would strive to be. This man deserved the best version of me. And I planned to give him that.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse from both pleasure and emotion.

Those three words, the way he said them, paired with the look in his eyes, damn near undid me. It wasn’t just a confession. It was a vow, a promise, a claim. My throat closed up, but I forced the words out anyway.

“I love you, too. More than you can imagine,” I whispered, voice trembling as my heart and my mind tried to process the emotional memories threatening to overwhelm me.

I’d always loved this man. He’d been in my heart for so long that no amount of memory loss could diminish the feelings I had for him. He pulled me into another tight hug, wrapping me so securely I felt caged in the best possible way.

His chest was still heaving, his heart pounding hard against mine, his body hot and damp from both the shower and the release I’d just pulled out of him. I hugged him back, holding on just as tightly, not having expected my teasing to shake him up this much.

We stayed that way for a long time. No words. No teasing. No kissing. No rubbing. Just the sound of his breathing slowly returning to normal as the water washed over my back. Aiden pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a second before he spoke.

“The water is cooling off. We should get out. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

I hummed against his chest, unwilling to let go. “Yeah. We should get out and dry off,” I drawled, not moving.

“I need to rinse off again,” he told me, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. “Somebody made me cum all over myself.”

“You loved it.”

“I did. I love everything you do to me, beautiful.”

This man!

“Let’s see if we can get this water to heat up just a little more,” he said, reaching past me to crank the faucet hotter.

The water went from cool to lukewarm. That would have to suffice. I stepped to the side to let him do his thing. He ducked under the spray, rinsing himself clean while I squeezed body wash onto my hands, then put them under the water to wash my fingers.

I looked up to find him watching me, gaze heated. I already knew what was on his mind. But we were done playing around for the day. We had other things to do.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I told him as I washed my hands.

“How do you know it’s in the gutter?”

“That look in your eyes says you want to return the favor. But don’t think of it as a favor. I just wanted to please you, Aiden. The pleasure doesn’t always have to be reciprocated.”

“You can’t say stuff like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, woman.”

I chuckled. “We have other things to do. I want to go outside and explore the garden.”

“Tonight then,” he insisted. “Tonight, I get to put my hands all over you.”

“Tonight,” I agreed.

Once the suds and evidence of our little shower detour had been washed away, we finally stepped out together. Steam followed us out as we reached for towels. I tugged my shower cap off and placed it on the counter as he swiped his hand across the mirror to get rid of the fog.

I met his gaze in the mirror. He was now drying his hair with a towel, eyes on me. That towel was not going to get his hair completely dry.

“Do we have a blow dryer?” I asked. “If we do, I can dry your hair for you.”

His boyish grin was back. You’d think I’d just offered him the world.

“We do,” he told me, placing the towel on the counter.

He began searching under the cabinet, rummaging around until he found what we needed. He stood and plugged the black hair dryer into the outlet.

“I’ll dry your hair after I finish drying off,” I told him.

“No rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

I dried off while he draped a towel low around his waist, the edges tucked against his hip, the sexy V of his waist making my mouth water. Don’t think Naughty thoughts. Don’t do it. As I finished drying off, he left the bathroom and returned with a short white robe.

Holding it open for me, he said, “Here, baby. Put this on.”

I slid my arms through, letting him pull it around me and tie the belt with a neat knot at my waist. The small act made me smile. Even the simplest gestures from my savage left me feeling spoiled and cherished.

I grabbed the dryer off the counter and turned the heat setting until I found the right level. I glanced up at him. Sooo, this height difference was going to be a problem.

“How are we going to do this?” I asked.

He leaned against the counter, towel slipping even lower on him, making it really hard for me to focus.

“I can squat,” he offered with a shrug.

I shook my head. “That would be inconvenient for you. And your knees.”

He smirked, that mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

Before I could ask, he swept me off my feet again and set me on the bathroom counter, his big hands firm against my waist. Then he stepped between my legs, turning around so his back was to me, towel still hanging low.

“Will this work?” he asked.

“You find any chance to get between my legs, don’t you?” I teased, reaching up to smooth my fingers through his damp hair.

“Don’t tempt me, woman. I’ve got a taste for something sweet anyway.”

I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “Yes. This will definitely work.”

For the next few minutes, I guided the dryer through his hair, brushing my fingers through the damp strands while the warm air blew. He stood still, head tilted slightly, letting me take care of him.

His hands rubbed up and down my legs as if he needed to touch me every second of every minute. I moved the dryer slowly, making sure every lock was dry.

“All done,” I told him, turning the dryer off and setting it on the counter.

He turned with a slight smile on his face.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” I told him.

“Now wrap your legs around me so I can carry you to the bedroom to get dressed.”

I didn’t even bother telling him I could walk on my own. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him and let him carry me from the bathroom. I was beyond addicted to my husband.

I’d probably lose my mind if something ever happened to this man, to my heart, to the love of my life.