“Get in, Blue. Show me.”
I stepped in, and the warm water stung my overly sensitive skin. Chase’s sweats joined my pile of clothes before he stepped in behind me. His tan skin instantly glistened from the hot steam and spray coming from every direction. Instead of closing the distance between us, he leaned his bare back against the tile wall furthest from where I stood, and removed the only handheld showerhead. With a roll of his thumb, he switched the spray setting from a nebulizing rain mist to the massage setting.
“Show me.” He handed me the pulsating showerhead.
Oh.
No.
He didn’t expect...
He didn’t want me to...
Rewind. I took the I-wasn’t-embarrassed thought back. Holy mortified. Chase saw it. He had to. Hell, he wasn’t legally blind. And we were talking head to toe rosacea of mortification.
“Baby, look at me. Don’t you fucking dare be embarrassed. Not with me. Not ever. You are so sexy. It’s just us. It’s always gonna be just us. Now show me.” His voice was deep and demanding. And damn, he continued to stroke himself at a relentless pace.
I swallowed hard against the constricting lump in my throat. Who was I kidding? This man could get me to do anything. For him. For us. Every sexual encounter that Chase dominated was always about us. And about my pleasure, above all else.
My breath was so rapid from the combination of arousal and embarrassment. I bordered on hyperventilation. My shaky hand took the brushed nickel nozzle. I leaned back against the opposite cold tile wall, welcoming the support, and mirrored Chase’s stance. We had a perfect view of each other. The other showerheads poured down gentle rain, perfectly angled away from our faces. Our gazes were locked.
With one hand I reached down between my legs, baring everything to him. As if I hadn’t already. He released the sexiest sound from somewhere deep in his throat. “Fuck, baby.”
He tightened the grip around his shaft and fisted faster. He was close. The thick veins bulged through his taut skin. I’d never seen him this hard. I loved the effect I had on him. I was his undoing. The same effect he had on me.
With the most intense ache ever, my core begged for release. The second the pulsing stream touched my core I was undoubtedly going to explode. I was on the brink and hadn’t even been touched.
Rewind. Again. This, right now, is the hottest moment. Ever.
“Now.” Chase’s breathing was as erratic as my own. I lowered the nozzle and aimed at my sex. The first jet pulse sent my head flying back against the shower wall. The sensation almost too much. Too good. Almost. “Eyes, Blue. Look at me!” His voice was strong and commanding, yet I knew he needed my eyes as much as I needed his.
It took every ounce of strength to pull my head up and open my clenched lids. But I did. His gaze was my undoing, filled with lust. With love. The burning need was all consuming. I bucked against the pulsed water stream. Faster. Harder. The fire burned its way from my feet to my core, until I exploded. My entire body shook in wild abandon. I moaned in ecstasy.
I watched Chase pump one last time, his bicep flexed so hard from the sheer force of his grip, and then I heard that sexy growl again. He erupted. The moment was so unbelievably raw. I lost it, screaming his name, riding the most intense wave of beautiful pain as every primal muscle in my body contracted. I stood corrected for the last time. Hottest. Fucking. Moment. Ever.
Chase closed the space between us, dropped the shower handle from my hand, bathing our feet in a stream of hot massaging water. He pressed his forehead against mine.
“That was beyond fucking hot, baby.”
Ya think? I wanted to say, but I was still coming down, and speaking wasn’t yet an option. We stood there, like that, while I recovered. Chase brushed soft wet kisses on my nose and eyelids and cheeks. Mmm...
I finally got it together, smiled and said the first thing that came to mind. “Thought you didn’t share?”
“First and last time, baby.”
“Hmm, what happened to it being beyond hot?” I quietly teased.
“Too fucking hot. I almost ripped my dick off. So if you ever want to have sex again, or kids one day, I suggest you commit this experience to memory, because it’s sure as fuck burned into mine, and embrace the idea of baths. This, baby,” he gently cupped between my legs, “is mine and I’m definitely not sharing.” He kissed my lips; stealing whatever smartass response I might have come up with.
Kids one day ... mine. Was I dreaming?
His kiss was the exact opposite of what just transpired between us. Soft. Slow. Sweet. I loved how we went from raw and explosive one minute, to tender and loving the next. It was us. Our story. It was perfect.
With water still teeming down, Chase’s hand caressed its way back up my body and covered the top of my left breast. Barely breaking our kiss, he repeated himself. “Mine.” Although barely audible, I knew exactly what he meant. Because I felt the same way. My heart was his. Always. Forever.
“Yours,” I mumbled sleepily back. “All yours.”
24
Leveled
A smile stretched across my cheeks. The warmth of the August sun shone through the wall of windows, bathing my face. I kept my eyes closed for a couple minutes longer, savoring the moment. I was blissfully happy. Falling asleep tangled in the arms of the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was nothing but pure sweet. I dragged my arms out from under my pillow and reached for Chase. Cold sheets. Why wasn’t I surprised? I wished he would keep his antsy ass in bed in the morning. I forced my naked body from the sheets and dressed in my standard morning attire, loose cotton shorts and a tank—and a bra. I was certain that me half naked in front of Asher classified as sharing. And sharing was over. No complaints here. I finished my business in the bathroom, popped in my contacts and went in search of my man. I rounded the corner to the smell of coffee and Asher at the breakfast island dressed for the day in his staple tailored grey suit and green tie, flipping through the morning paper.
“Morning. Sleep well, Ash?”
His eyes flipped up at the sound of my voice.
“Didn’t hear ya come in. Yeah, slept great, you?”
Umm. Coma, after the sexcapades Chase and I shared in your bathroom, then your guest room. Not exactly an appropriate answer, so I went with, “Yeah, great.” Looking around, I asked, “Where’s Chase?”
“He had an early morning meeting. Said he’d be back by ten or so to pick you up.”
“Oh, okay.” I was a little disappointed, knowing the trying day ahead of us. I wanted some early morning down time with him.
“Want some coffee?” Asher stood.
“Love some, but sit. I can help myself. I’m not much of a morning person, only thing that wakes me up.” I grabbed a mug off the counter and poured myself some piping hot brew. “Mmm.”
He chuckled.
“Lili?” Asher’s green eyes morphed into something more serious. Seemed like he wanted to talk about more than my caffeine addiction. “You know you’re good for him, right? I’ve never seen him so happy. He’s … well, he’s Chase again.” I was taken aback with Asher’s raw emotion. “Thanks, Lili. I thought my best friend was gone forever.”
“I don’t know what to say.” I paused and swallowed past my clogged throat. “Don’t thank me. He does the same for me—we’re good for each other. And I love him.” Like no one else in my life. Forever.