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While I was thinking about soap and clean skin, my husband clearly had a different plan. His gaze roamed my wet body like he was deciding which part he’d devour first. The heat in his eyes was hotter than the water raining over us.

It was obvious he had no intention of letting me shower in peace. The look in his eyes let me know we wouldn’t get our day started any time soon if I didn’t take charge. I reached for the body wash and lathered my towel, determined to bathe myself before Aiden could distract me.

Except, of course, my man couldn’t keep his hands off me. Every time I tried to wash my arms or stomach, he found some excuse to brush against me. I turned away from him, thinking that would help him focus.Nope.

His chest grazed my back, cock brushing against my butt. His fingers slid along my hip as I bathed. He pressed playful little kisses to my shoulder, my neck, even my jaw when I turned my head to give him the side-eye.

“Aiden,” I laughed, swatting at him lightly. “Bathe yourself.”

“I am,” he murmured against my ear, his hand reaching around me and sliding lower than it needed to.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Multitasking,” he replied, thumb grazing my clit.

“Yeah, right,” I told him, trying not to moan. “Stop playing with my clit and shower, Mr. Park.”

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. I continued scrubbing myself while he stayed close, his touches playful, lingering, making it impossible for me to ignore the heat simmering between us.

Behind me, he scrubbed his body, but that didn’t stop him from pressing kisses against my neck as he showered. I stepped under the spray of water, putting some distance between us as the suds were rinsed from me.

“Since you’re done, wash my back for me, baby,” Aiden told me.

I stared over my shoulder to find him facing away from me. My gaze roamed over his toned body.That tight ass.How could I say no? I tossed my towel onto the shower floor, where it landed in the corner.

Turning to face him, I grabbed the towel he’d lathered and began washing him. I worked the soap onto his broad shoulders before sliding down his back, over his taut muscles. He stood there, head bowed slightly, letting me take care of him.

I was enjoying this small act. I continued washing him, using my fingers to massage his muscles through the towel. He sighed, and that soft sound made my heart swell with love. I almost didn’t want this moment to end, but the water was starting to grow cold.

I stepped back, tossing his towel onto the floor where it landed near mine. I adjusted the showerhead, letting the water wash the suds away, watching the foam trail down his back before spiraling down the drain.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered as the suds rinsed away.

“You’re welcome,” I told him, not understanding how my love for him continued to grow stronger.

Was there a limit, or was this feeling going to continue growing, thriving, evolving? When we were old and gray, would I still be surprised at my feelings for Aiden Park? I didn’t know, but I was excited to find out.

This was my husband. Mine to love, mine to care for, mine to cherish. I hoped this feeling never went away, never diminished. I wanted forever with Aiden Park.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

NOELLE

WHO KNEW A SHOWER WITHmy 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.