She stepped closer to him as she wrapped her arm around his waist. He looked tired, and she knew she needed to move them along.
“Get in the shower and I’ll help you wash.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“I don’t?—”
“Please.”
His plea made her heart squeeze. She hooked her thumbs in the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Next came her pants. Then she was standing in front of him in only her underwear.
He licked his lips as he stared at her. She liked the way his eyes lingered on her body. She reached back and unhooked her bra then let the straps fall down her arms. She swore his eyes crossed as she let the material fall away.
Jump bit his lower lip and his eyes went wide. “That’s better.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Are you sure you’re up to this?”
He nodded. “I absolutely am up to this.”
She had her doubts, but she did like the attention. She also liked his body. He reached out and put his hand on her waist then pulled her closer. His arms were wrapped around her, theirbodies pressed together. He let go a heavy sigh and seemed to relax against her.
“Thank you. Thank you for accepting me. I’m not at my best right now. Thank you for not turning me away.”
She hugged him tighter. “I think I should thank you. I’m a mess and you’ve been so helpful.” She leaned back and met his gaze. “We should shower now. Then you need to eat and get some sleep.”
She pulled her hair up into a messy bun then turned on the water. He stepped in then held out his hand so she could get in, too. He was very hard, and she wasn’t sure if he wanted her to touch him, but she really wanted to touch and she wanted him to touch her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jump was trying not to come as Blakely ran her hands over his body. Her touch was exquisite. He wanted hold her, but he wasn’t sure how his arm would hold up.
He was making sure his arm didn’t get too wet, turned at an odd angle in the shower when she grabbed the soap and started washing his body.
He could get used to this. Then her hands were on his stomach and then his hips. His balls pulled up tight and when she ran her hand closer to his cock, he felt the orgasm building.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. Touch me.”
She curled her fingers around his cock, and he came so hard he had to reach out and hold on to the shower wall so he didn’t fall.
It had been ages since he’d come from some woman touching him. Maybe it was the drugs, or the pain, or maybe it was the excitement of just being with her.
She smiled, looking at him in awe. He’d been primed, ready to come before they entered the shower.
“I want to give you pleasure.”
Her breath hitched. “How?”
“Finish washing, then come to bed with me and let me hold you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Very.”
