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Fifty-Six

RHODES

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but it is, and I’m too drunk with her mouth on mine to stop it.

She’s in my arms, slick from the moisture of the shower, and she tastes too sweet for me to resist. The night has lasted a year. I’ve been in two different time zones, felt an entire lifetime pass, but this makes it worth all the worry I felt on that plane ride home.

I graze every part of her body with the palms of my hands, memorizing her curves, before reaching up to grab the shower head. With the pad of my finger, I tilt her chin so I can run the water through her hair. I said I’d take care of her, and that’s what I intend to do.

After lathering the shampoo, I slowly massage it into her hair, careful not to tug on the strands and give her an even bigger headache.

“That feels nice.”

Even her voice is a temptation. She drags her breaths out, and I crave to feel them against my neck.

“Good,” I murmur, massaging my fingers through the suds. “Tip your head again, baby.”

She does what I say without protest.

Finally.

Water runs over her scalp until her silky dark strands are clear of shampoo, and I grab the body wash.

This is going to take some serious willpower.

I turn her around, and she peers up at me with a hazy look on her face. She blinks through the beads of water on her face, and as soon as my sudsy hands touch her, I know we’re fucked.

She gasps and backs herself to the tiled wall for support.

She doesn’t need the wall, though.

She’s got me.

My hands glide over her shoulders, and I slowly rub both of her arms before moving to her chest.

I wish I were a better man and could keep my eyes to myself, but I can’t.

Her breasts beg for my attention.

I dig my heels into the floor of the shower to ground myself, but it doesn’t work well enough to keep my dick from hardening. She’s irresistible, and the hot little gasp that slips from her lips eggs me on.

Getting her off is taking care of her, right?

I argue with myself while sliding my hand in between her cleavage. When her nipples pucker, I smile to myself. Getting her off is most definitely taking care of her.

“You want to be touched, Sunshine?”

I rest my hand against her stomach until she gives me the go-ahead. I’ll do anything she wants, even if that means not touching her there.

“Please,” she begs.

Anything for you.

“Hold onto me,” I say, moving my hand between her legs. Her fingers fall to my shoulders, and the bite of her nails against my skin is the biggest turn-on. Her head slowly falls backward when I start to play with her.

“Beautiful,” I mutter.

Her hips start to rock forward, and the way her pussy grips my fingers is a fucking drug.

“Are you always this responsive to being touched?” I’m mesmerized.

Her answer is more of a moan. “No.”

Mine.

Apparently, my dick has a brain of his own, because the only thing I can think of is how I’m never letting another man touch her like this.

I’ve known men to be possessive, and I’ve never really understood it.

Until now.

“I need you,” I admit, not giving a fuck that it makes me sound desperate.

I am desperate.

Maybe it’s just left over from the thought of losing her earlier, or maybe it’s something else.

She peers up at me through her wet lashes. “Then have me.”

I am unhinged.

Willing myself to take it easy, I drag my hand out from in between her legs and grab her thighs. I haul her up gently, and she clasps her fingers around my neck. I press her against the tiled wall. I’m at her entrance, and it’s her that wastes no time. She pushes herself onto me, and I lose my breath.

“Fuck, Sunny. You’re killing me.”

A moan leaves her mouth, and I catch it. I groan when my tongue slips inside. Even my kiss is possessive, like my body is trying to tell her that she’s mine. Her back arches, and it makes me take her deeper.

Fuck, she feels like heaven.

Suddenly, she starts moving against me with speed, and I’m forced to pull back. “Slow down,” I warn. “I’ll take care of you, but we have to go slow. You’re sore from the wreck.”

She pouts, but it disappears when I slowly enter her again.

We move in sync. Slow and steady. With each thrust, a soft moan floats from her, and it twists me up inside.

I bring my eyes to her face and notice that the moon has crept its way through the bathroom window. I can see her perfectly now. She’s staring at our joined bodies, and I selfishly want her to see what she does to me.

Holding her with one arm, I lift my hand and tip her chin up so she catches my eye.

“Eyes on me, Sunshine.”

Our gazes crash, and I feel her everywhere. She’s digging her sweet self into my bones, and I know another woman will never match her.

This doesn’t happen more than once in a lifetime. I’m not dense to think this is just a simple fuck between two people needing a release.

It’s more.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing into her deeper.

Her mouth opens with pleasure, and it’s me who closes her off. I can’t watch her like this because I’m afraid I’ll fucking fall in love with her.

I groan, pulling out of her and pressing in deep.

“Rhodes.” My name sounds like a prayer from her mouth. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and she comes around my dick, making my knees grow weak.

Not being able to hold on for another second with her squeezing me like a vise grip, I pull out of her and come.

I can’t even stand.

Keeping a hold of her, I bring us both to the floor. She’s still tangled around me, and I don’t want to let her go.

“What are you doing to me, Sunshine?”

I’m in disbelief. Utter fucking disbelief.

I’m in my thirties, have been with multiple women, even having a child with one, and I have never felt so connected to someone in my entire life.

“The same thing you’re doing to me.”

Her quiet admittance stays with me through the rest of the night. I braid her damp hair and watch her fall asleep in my bed, knowing that if it were up to me, I’d have her in here with me every night from here on out.