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I bite my tongue to give him another moment. I’ll never grow tired of the way he makes me feel, and that’s without even touching me. His heated gaze feels like a physical thing as it slowly trails up and down my body. A shudder works its way from my shoulders to my toes.
“How long are you going to watch me before you join in?” My voice is teasing, and I hope he takes it for the invitation it is.
I open my eyes just in time to see Dante step into view. The steam parts for him like he’s some kind of mythical creature. His gaze locks onto mine and he holds it as he reaches behind his head to pull off the black tee. I don’t even know where he got that shirt, but I don’t really care.
I break first. I can’t help it. He’s baring all of that smooth, tanned, tattooed skin and my gaze zeros in on it. My lips part, my mouth dry as I get lost in him. He’s a gorgeous man, and I’m fucking lucky to call him mine.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his black joggers and he pulls them down, slipping out of them entirely too quickly for my liking.
Standing in front of me in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs, Dante stares at me. A cocky little smirk tilts up the corners of his pouty lips, and I can’t even be mad about it.
With an agonizing slowness, he peels his boxer briefs down his thighs, the fabric stretching tight across his quads. I clench the sudsy loofah in my hands, tighter and tighter as I watch in rapt attention as inch by delicious inch of his cock is revealed.
When the fabric hits midthigh, his cock springs out, and I get my first unobstructed view of Dante Esposito.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
I can feel my eyes widen as I stare at everything that Dante had underneath those pants this whole entire time. I lick my lips, my fingertips tingle with anticipation. Panic briefly flies across my mind—Dante's big, like really big. Like oh my god, how is that going to fit big.
His throaty, masculine chuckle drifts into the space between us, hanging suspended over my lust that’s quickly filling up the area like steam.
“Don't worry, baby girl. It'll fit just fine.”
I bite my lip hard and flash a glance toward Dante's eyes. I’m not surprised he read me so well, he’s always been able to.
His muscles flex as his hand curls around the base of his cock. He gives it one rough tug before he steps out of his black boxer briefs, leaving them behind on the tiled floor.
“I know.” My voice comes out more like a squeak. I clear my throat and let my arm clutching the loofah fall to my waist. Suds drip on my toes as I reflexively squeeze and relax my hands. “I'm not worried.” I'm proud my voice is a little stronger.
Dante steps into the shower, and I swear, the steam parts for him, circling around him to welcome him into its embrace. “We go at your pace, okay?”
I nod, a flicker of hesitation locks my muscles up for a single second before they relax. I don't know why I'm nervous. It's just I guess I'd been thinking about this moment for a long time. At least it feels like I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.
It’s like I've been underwater, trapped beneath layer after layer of ice. Suspended in time as I kick and scream, begging for someone to see me. And suddenly, I’m seen by not one but four men. And they’re methodically taking picaxes to the long frozen layers.
Not only do they see me, they put me on this pedestal with their attention. At any given moment, I have the attention of at least one of them on me.
And it's fucking addicting.
I'm not scared of taking this step with Dante. I'm excited, eager.
I feel like I've been starving for years, and now that I've gotten a taste, I don't know if I'll ever be able to sate my hunger.
“Here, let me.” He takes the loofah from my hand and applies more body wash to it. My blood hums with his nearness, and I’m riveted by the sight of him. Water from the nearby shower head rolls down his body, distorting his tattoos and highlighting his cut muscles.
He guides us to the bench and takes a seat on the edge. With his fingers laced with mine, he tugs me toward him, settling me in-between his legs. Close enough that I could reach out and press against him if I wanted to.
And I want to.
But I’m curious enough to see where this goes.
He runs the loofah from my shoulders to my fingertips, coconut scented suds slide down my skin in a soft, teasing touch.
“You're beautiful, Maddie. Stunning in a way that feels otherworldly.” His voice is quiet, measured as if he’s finally able to say these words so freely now.
My breath catches at the look in his eyes, his face is free of his normal seriousness. Instead, there's an open vulnerability. His gaze holds me hostage as his hands tease me and his words slice me open.
He runs the loofah down my other arm, slowly dragging it from my shoulder all the way down to my fingertips.
