Standing naked and exposed in my bathroom, insecurity washed over me.I wrapped my arms around myself, watching Carter as he fiddled with the shower faucet.He was bent over slightly, giving me the most delectable view of his bubble butt.So good.I longed to reach out and touch him, but my sudden shyness held me back.
He turned around to look at me, and his brow furrow with concern.“What's wrong?”
“Nothing.I'm fine.”
He rested his hands on my shoulders, his warm touch seeping into my skin.“Don’t do that.Talk to me.Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?Did I hurt you?”
“No.No, of course not.It's just...It's been a while since anyone's seen me like this.”
Carter's eyes roamed over me.“You're beautiful, Olivia.Every inch of you.”
His sincerity brought a lump to my throat, and I ducked my head.“You're not so bad yourself.”
He chuckled.“Come on”—he took my hand—“let's get cleaned up.”
Carter led me to the shower, the steam billowing out as he opened the glass door.I stepped inside, sighing as the hot water cascaded over my skin, easing the tension in my muscles.
Carter followed, resting his hands on my hips as he stood behind me.He dropped a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his lips trailing up the side of my neck.
I leaned against him, resting my head against his chest and listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
“This okay?”he asked, his voice hot in my ear.
I nodded, relaxing into his embrace.“More than okay.”
We stood like that for a while, letting the water wash away the remnants of our lovemaking.Carter's hands roamed my back, kneading away the soreness in my muscles.I sighed contentedly.
“Turn around,” Carter said, reaching for the shampoo bottle.“Let me wash your hair.”
I complied, purring as his strong fingers massaged my scalp.The gentle ministrations soothed away the last of my anxiety, replacing it with a growing warmth in my belly.
“You're good at this,” I drawled, enjoying the impromptu head massage.
“I aim to please.”
He rinsed the shampoo from my hair.“There.All clean.”
I opened my eyes, looking up into the face of the gorgeous, complicated man that made me feel cherished, safe, and beautiful in a way I hadn't in years.I rose on my tiptoes, kissing him soundly.“Thank you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Sunny.”
I smiled against his lips, and he swiped his tongue along the seam until I opened for him.The kiss was languid and sensual, less crazed and urgent than it had been earlier.
God, he's a good kisser.
I felt him harden.Our bodies were pressed so close together that it was impossible not to.I pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
He looked a bit sheepish.“What?I can't help it.Have you seen you?”
Emboldened by his words, I ushered him back a step, then two, until the backs of his knees hit the shower bench seat.I slid my hands down his perfect, muscled chest and back up again, applying pressure on his shoulders to encourage him to sit.
Seated, he was eye level with my chest.I took his hands and placed them on my waist before guiding them up to cup my breasts.Carter took control, gently squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
My head lolled backward and I moaned, loving the sensation of his hands on my body.But I quickly gathered myself; there was something I wanted to do for him.Without warning, I dropped to my knees.
Carter gripped the edge of the bench.“Liv, you don't have?—”
“I want to.Let me.”
