Rico glides the back of his hand down my flushed cheeks, the same hand that was earlier wrapped around his cock. Every fine hair on my body bristles as a shiver of excitement sparks through my throbbing womb. If I weren't frozen in place with desire, I'd be tempted to beg for an encore to his performance in the shower. But since my eagerness has muted me into silence, I just return his lust-filled stare.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, Rico spins me around to face him. “Are you okay, Kitten? You still look a little restless yourself. Flustered even.”
I lick my dry lips. “I’m fine. Nothing a hot shower won’t cure.” My lips part as my pupils widen.Could I have chosen a more pathetic set of words?
The corners of Rico’s plump lips twitch as he struggles to hold in his smile. “A hot shower is a wonderful cure for any edginess, but I don’t know if it will be enough for you. You seem like you need something more. Somethingdeeper.”
The low tone of his voice sends a thrill of pleasure through my body. It rockets through every inch of my skin before clustering deep in my aching-with-need womb. I turn back to face the mirror, needing to look at anything but his deliriously handsome face before I lose all rational thoughts. My efforts to seem unaffected are fruitless. I look even more aroused now than I did when I fled the bathroom. Snubbing the rattle of my hands, I lift the concealer stick to my face to set back to work on tackling the black rings under my eyes while wishing there was a way I could remove the lust-filled glint in my eyes just as quickly.
Rico stands behind me in silence for several minutes, watching me work my magic on the tiredness plaguing my face even the world’s most perfect shower wouldn’t have the chance of erasing. Even though he doesn’t speak, my awareness of his closeness is paramount. Just the scent of his body wash is ensuring my wicked mind never strays too far from him.
Happy I've camouflaged a night of restless sleep and ignoring the fact I've put on my makeup before showering, I return my makeup to my cosmetic bag, then stand from my seat. Thirty minutes have passed since Rico's fire-sparking display in the bathroom, but the intoxicating scent of lust is still thick in the air.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I mumble before making a beeline for the bathroom door. I don’t know why I felt the need to update him on my happenings, it just naturally flowed out of my mouth.
My quick steps to the bathroom slow when the deep rumble of "Kitten" comes out of a voice with an edge of invincibility. His tone is so smooth and sexy, I think I could come just from listening to him recite the phone book.
After rolling my shoulders, I turn around to face Rico on a wobbly pair of legs. My knees curve inwards when I meet his blazing-with-lust eyes. He watches me for a few seconds, categorizing every feature of my face before he mutters, “I forgot to thank you.”
My brows squeeze together in confusion. “For what?”
Sweat coats my palms when he paces towards me, his grin smug, his eyes firing. I can barely breathe when he tilts in close to my side and whispers, "For the towels."
I freeze, panicked at how he’ll react to my invading his privacy. I shift my gaze sideways as I catch the impish gleam brightening his dark eyes, undoubtedly proving he knew I was watching every scandalous minute of his performance.
My panic only recedes when his lips curve into a heart-fluttering smirk.Oh my god!He knew I was watching. That’s why he thoroughlycleanedthat region of his body. His whole performance was a show. A pussy-tingling show I’ll never forget.
My knees clash together when he says, “Enjoy your shower, Kitten. I’ll be waiting for you when you’ve finished.”
Chapter 16
Itake my time in the shower, allowing my vicious heart-versus-mind battle to run the gauntlet of my tired brain. My body is begging for me to give Rico a chance to prove how good he could make me feel, but my head is telling me there's too much murkiness lurking behind his eyes to trust him. My heart. . . that's an entirely different story altogether.
After switching off the shower, I wrap a heavenly soft towel around my body and slowly trudge towards the bathroom door. My steps are heavy, not just weighed down by the dilemma muddling my tired brain, but also from the climax clustering in my womb, begging to be released. Even the world’s most scalding shower couldn’t dampen my excitement the slightest. I'm so wound up I can’t even think straight. I’m sure it would only take the meekest touch from Rico to send my climax hurtling past the finish line.I just have to decide if I’m willing to give myself fully to the stranger I married. Because for some reason unbeknownst to me, it isn’t just my body up for barter with Rico. It's all of me: heart, body, and soul.
When I exit the bathroom, my lazy steps stop. Just like he said he'd be, Rico is sitting in the same chair he was in last night, waiting for me. His hair is still damp from his shower, but the little rivulets of water that soaked into his shirt have dried. Though I’m still fighting confusion, his steely eyes show he isn’t waging in the same battle. He knows what he wants, and he is determined to get it.
After snagging the hydrocortisone cream from the drawers next to him, Rico connects his dark eyes with me. He doesn't need to speak to issue his request; his candid eyes tell the whole story. He wants me. Wholeheartedly.
Deciding I'm running a race I'll never win, I push off my feet and amble towards him. With every step I take, the air shifts between us. There's no doubt I have a sexual connection with Rico; it's as obvious as the sun hanging in the sky, but there's something greater than just my libido that has me sidestepping the massive obstacles placed between us. He truly intrigues me, more than any man before him, and to such a degree, I appear to have lost all my common sense.
The thrum of my pulse intensifies when my leisured strides stop in the exact spot I did last night. Just like the last time we danced this intricate two-step routine only hours ago, Rico clasps the edge of my towel and pries it open. The only difference this time around is, I don’t put up a single protest.
My heart wallops in my chest as he rubs cream into his name inked on my skin in careful, devoted strokes. The air is fired with the vigorous sparks of lust. It's so electric it sets my pulse racing. A shameful moan topples from my lips when his finger dips a little lower on the curve of my hip. My eyes widen, shocked his simplest touch can cause a feverish heat to scorch my veins.
My lips part to accommodate more needy gasps of air when he lifts his eyes to me and asks, “Did you take care of your restlessness in the shower, Kitten?”
Even blinded by lust, I can’t miss the hidden innuendo in his question.
Unable to speak through my dry, parched throat, I shake my head. A flash of gratitude passes through his eyes.
“Do you want me to take care of you? To make you feel better?”
Before any words can spill from my lips, his long index finger runs over another erogenous zone in my body: the area just above the heated ache between my legs. I open my mouth to protest, but in all honesty, it's just a ploy to convince myself that unbridled hankering isn't clouding all my shrewdness. Considering my lips slightly parted, I'd say my theory has been proven. It isn't just lust keeping me standing here. It's him: Rico—the stranger I married.
When he lowers his finger down my quivering core, objections come rolling out of my mouth hard and fast. They aren’t what you're thinking. They’re disgruntled protests when the sweep of his finger fails to stop at my pulsating clit.
“Shh, Kitten, I’ll take care of you.”
