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She removes the towel from around her waist and turns toward the bathroom. When she reaches the door, she stops and turns to look at me over her shoulder. “You coming?”
Fuck. Me.
“I’m right behind you.” The lines are so blurred at the moment that I can’t even see them. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I do know she feels it too. The connection between us is too strong for her not to. She’s the one who invited me to join her. Tearing off my towel and gripping it tightly in my hands, I follow her into the bathroom.
There’s a huge walk-in shower surrounded by glass. There are two matching rain showerheads with jets down the wall and a bench along the entire back wall. The room is already starting to fill with steam as I watch my now-naked wife step under the spray.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I can’t take my eyes off her as I peel off my wet trunks, letting them fall to the tile floor. Her back is to me when I step inside the shower. Instead of going to her and wrapping her in my arms, I head to the other side and step beneath the hot spray. Tilting my head back, I let the water run over me as I send up a silent wish for patience. My cock is hard as steel, but I’m not in control here.
Monroe has all the control.
When she turns, I let out a sound I’ve never made before in my life, but damn, seeing all of her like this for the first time is life-altering. I’ll never in my entire life forget this moment. Her breasts, a little more than a handful, are round and perky. Her nipples, a darker rose color, match her lips. Her belly is flat, and her pussy?—
“You’re bare.” The words tumble from my lips as my eyes rake over her bare pussy.
“Is that something you like?”
“It’s sexy.”
“What if I wasn’t bare?” she asks, a hint of teasing in her tone.
I’m still staring at the junction of her thighs. “You’d still be sexy.” I lift my gaze to find her watching me. Her eyes travel over my bare chest and don’t stop until her gaze is zeroed in on my cock. She swallows hard and licks her lips, making my cock twitch.
“Monroe.” My voice is gritty like sandpaper. Her eyes snap to mine. We’re both standing still, staring into each other’s eyes, and I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking right now.
“I-I should wash the chlorine out of my hair.” She turns so fast, I’m surprised she didn’t slip and fall, and reaches for the shampoo bottle.
My fingers ache to touch her. To be the one lathering up her long strands of dark, curly hair. To run my soapy hands all over her gorgeous body. Instead, I collect my own shampoo and finish my shower. I take my time because there is no way I’m leaving this shower without her. I might not be able to touch her, but I can memorize every inch of her. I can catalog the way the soap runs over her body, the way her dark hair caresses her back.
When she’s finished, she reaches for the handle and turns off the water. I’m tempted to stay here and rub one out, but the need to be next to her is too strong. I do the same and push open the door. I reach out for a towel and hand it to her. She smiles and wraps her hair in a turban as I reach for another towel and wrap it around her shoulders.
“Thank you.”
I nod, snag a towel for myself, and quickly run it over my hair and my chest before wrapping it around my waist. “You need anything from the kitchen?” I ask her. I need to get away for just a minute to get myself under control.
“Maybe a bottle of water. I’m parched.” She licks her lips, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from attacking her mouth with mine.
I nod. “I’ll be right back.” Unable to resist, I lean over and press a kiss to her temple and stalk out of the room, not giving a single fuck that I’m dripping water all over the floor. I stomp down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bracing my hands on the island, I bow my head and just breathe. I’m in over my head here.
I’m drowning.
I’m falling for my wife.
I remind myself that she’s ten years my junior and has a whole lot of life to live. Hell, she admitted she’s inexperienced, and if she thought that was going to keep me away from her, she’s wrong. So damn wrong. It only makes me want her more. I want to show her how good we can be together. I want to— No. No. No. No. I need to stop this. I need to remember that she’s helping me. I promised her she would be safe with me, and that means I can’t seduce her, no matter how badly I want to be inside her.
Blowing out a heavy breath, I grab two bottles of water and head back up to our room. She’s already beneath the covers.
“Here you go,” I say, handing her the bottle.
She immediately twists off the cap and downs half of it. I look away as her throat bobs with each swallow.
I’m losing my damn mind over her.
Moving to my side of the bed, I open my bottle and do the same before placing it on the nightstand. I move to my dresser, pull out some boxer briefs, and drop the towel, sliding into them. I don’t know if she’s watching, but I hope that she is. I’m probably going to hell for that, but this game we’re playing, it’s addicting.
She’s addicting.
