"Tip back," he said.
I tipped back and he rinsed it, one hand cupped at my hairline to keep the water out of my face, and I stared up at the ceiling and thought: I am never going to recover from this man.
Then he reached for the soap.
Which meant he was going to touch me…to touchthe rest of me.
He started at my shoulders—stroked a long line down to my elbows, then back up. When he reached forward, I held my breath as he moved the soap over my breasts…as he cupped them, as I felt his hard cock against my lower back.
“I’m clean,” he said matter-of-factly into my ear. “Got tested a few years ago after my last one-night-stand. Wanted you to know.”
“I trust you,” I said.
“You should always ask,” he said. “When you’re with other men.”
There weren’t going to be any other men, I wanted to tell him.
I kept my mouth shut.
“You?” he asked.
“Me too,” I said, even though I’d never been tested in my life because there’d never been a reason. “I mean—I’ve never…I haven’t done enough to?—”
His hands paused on my hips. God, I wanted—needed—him to keep touching me.
“How far have you gone?” he asked quietly.
I didn’t want to look at him. “Um…hands, mouth stuff—just with my high school boyfriend. But not?—”
“Not sex.”
“No.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then his right hand slid over my abdomen…lower, between my thighs. My lips parted and Igroaned as he started to stroke my clit. When I leaned back against his chest, his cock pressed against my back.
“Thought you felt tight,” he growled in my ear, stroking me slow and steady. “I’m big, Haven. You’re gonna need to tell me if anything hurts.”
"I know," I breathed. "I can take it."
"We'll see." His fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, and I grabbed his forearm and held on. "Relax."
"I am relaxed."
"You're not." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Relax."
I exhaled and tried to let my weight fall back against him and he made a low sound of approval and stroked me a little harder and my knees went soft.
"There," he said.
"Wyatt—"
“Gonna make you come a few times before I’m inside you,” he said, his lips against my throat, and I melted a little. “It’ll make it easier…make it feel so good, baby.”
"Okay," I managed.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. God. Yes."
