Adea
The water bounced off his well-defined body and I did my best to keep my eyes above his waist. He didn’t need to see me come in to know that I had walked in. Shane leaned over and got two pumps of shampoo in his hand. I watched as he straightened and lathered it between his hands before lifting his muscular arms and running it through his hair. Turning towards the downpour of water, I got a look at his broad shoulders and back.
Despite the marred skin, Shane had put in work, he was all muscle. Before my eyes could dip any lower, I turned away. I was thankful for the loud noise coming from the water and let out a shaky breath.
I wasn’t wearing anything under this dress ad before I could question my next move, I slid one strap off of my shoulder, followed by the second strap. My fingers tremble as they grab the hem of my dress and I take a deep breath as I commit.
I pull it up and over my head, discarding it on top of Shane’s shorts in the hamper. Turning back to the shower, I watch as suds slide down his back. Before I can freak myself out, I step in.
I ignore his gaze and I ignore the way my heart feels as if it’s about to beat out of my chest. I reach for the shampoo and lather it in my hands like he did before I start to massage it into my scalp.
Shane moved back from the water, giving me space to step under it. My gaze slid up his calves and rested just below his thighs. Yeah, let’s not do that. The hot water scorched my back as I stood under it.
Steam was spreading out around us and I’m thankful for the small cover it offers. I move further under the water and close my eyes. I tip my head back so that the water hits the top of my forehead.
Even though I’m thankful I can’t see him, I can feel his gaze on me. I sigh as the water washes down my back. Lifting my hands, I wash the rest of the shampoo out. I’m well aware of the tinkling my body is feeling.
When I open my eyes, I’m met with piercings and hard pecs. Water slides down his body and I swallow the lump in my throat. I tilt my chin up to look at Shane. He’s towering over me.
His dark eyes are on my body and I fight the urge to squirm under his gaze. He doesn’t say a word and neither do I. We just stare at each other as I finish washing my hair. The act looks more sensual than it is.
I flinch away from him as he reaches behind me. Looking back, I realize he’s just grabbing the loofah. There’s no way he didn’t see it but he doesn’t react. He’s well aware of the impact he has on me.
He’s so close, his chin is an inch from my shoulder. I hold his gaze as he pumps body wash onto it and this time when he reaches out, I don’t flinch away. His fingers wrap around my wrist and I don’t miss the little tingles that spread up my arm.
Shane’s eyes drop to my arm as he starts gently washing me. The tension in the air is palpable and I don’t move, I don’t do anything but stare back at him. It feels as if we’re on the edge.
I’m standing with my feet at the edge. I’m on the last bit of solid ground. Shane is standing on the other side waiting for me to step over. He makes his way up my arm and I track the movement. Suds fall and drop to the floor.
Letting go of my wrist, I don’t shy away when he leans forward and gets a few pumps of body wash into his hand. Straightening his back, I swallow when he reaches for me. I bite down on the inside of my lip as he massages my breast.
I can’t help that my body reacts to him. It’s not my fault that this feels good. I’m not in control of it right now. When he rubs my nipple between his thumb and index finger, I do a great job of remaining impassive.
I don’t have much luck when he does the same with the other and I throw my head back. I fight the need that’s starting to build and plead. I stare up at the ceiling and try not to look at him.
Shane doesn’t make any movements to close the distance between us and I can’t tell if that’s still a good thing. His hand is on my chin and he pulls down so our eyes lock. He looks angry.
“You look at me when I’m making you feel good.”
I listen. Holding his gaze, I stare into Shane’s eyes while he continues washing me. How far is he going to take this? The loofah is heading sound and my mouth dries as it passes my abdomen and dips lower.
He passes them and moves lower. Lowering himself until he’s on his knees in front of me. This position is dangerous and I hate the way I look down at him. My mind is void of thoughts as I look down my nose at him.
He continues to wash my ankles and knees. My thighs clenched tightly as he makes his way up. It did little to relieve the pressure and did even less to keep him out. Shane nudges them apart as if my strength were nothing.
Resigning myself to my fate, I spread my legs open for him. I feel his finger through the loofah’s material as he rubs slow circles on my sensitive nub. I stare down at his hand as I try to keep my breathing even.