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During the past week I’d told myself he needed space. It hurt to have him push me away, but I knew if I didn’t respect his space, he’d never trust me. Leaving him alone this weekend had been torture. I obviously wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping a handle on my feelings. Then again, who was I fooling? I was absolutely in love with him. So when he’d blurted out to come over, I’d done so. And now I was taking the risk of pushing him out of his comfort zone.

I wasn’t sure how one prepared for the sight of an injury as bad as his, but I was so moved by the gift he was giving me. Recognizing the trust it had taken for him to be vulnerable with me, I could not flinch. Not even a little. “I’m ready. Turn around, and I’ll wash your back.”

He used the rail to help him turn around slowly. I busied myself with soaping him, taking the lather in my hands and starting with his strong shoulders. My eyes traveled down to his hips, tracing the fine white scars with my fingers as I worked the soap bubbles down. Down to his muscular ass, which was even more impressive out of clothing.

He sucked in a breath when my hands massaged the globes and then worked down to his powerful thighs. I noted the way his left one had more scarring from what appeared to be burns, and the skin was puckered. Sensing how tense he was, I worked my way up, reaching around and taking a hold of his erection.

“Jesus, Chloe, that feels good.”

I pumped him a few times, enjoying the way his breath came faster.

Then before I could lose my nerve, I went back to his thighs, looking down to both his right and left sides. I swallowed hard when I saw the scars on his left leg, below his knee where his leg stopped.

“I had to have several skin grafts done because of the burns.”

“How many surgeries did you have?”

“Four. The scars on my right thigh are from providing the grafts for my left leg.” His voice was barely a whisper. His body tense.

“Do you trust me, Aiden?”

He turned around to face me. “I do.”

“Then trust when I say your amputation doesn’t affect how I view you.”

He swallowed hard, obviously not believing me.

“You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever slept with.”

His chest rumbled, and he let out a chuckle before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. When he finally pulled back, he looked at me with an intensity I’d never seen from him.

“You always know what to say. How to get me out of my head and make the moment more manageable for me.”

There was no greater compliment. I seized his mouth for another kiss, pouring my unsaid “I love you” into it.

His fingers reached between us, parting my lips and finding their way inside of me.

I gasped at the welcome intrusion.

“We’ll have to wait on the beard testing, unfortunately. The shower just isn’t conducive to it.”

“Oh, no, an orgasm rain check. Poor me,” I quipped, earning me a full-on grin. Damn. Aiden Samuels when amused was the best thing ever.

He curled his fingers up, finding the spot which made my knees go weak. “We’re about to work on number one now. Come on my fingers, Chloe. Let me feel it.”

His fingers pumped over and over, making my body tense and my breaths heavy with arousal.

“Oh, God,” I muttered, using one hand on the wall to steady myself against the onslaught of pleasure. My eyes rolled back, my hips rocked against his hand, and my pussy clenched his fingers.

It took a moment for me to realize we were still in the shower as the orgasm had completely muddled my brain.

“I wish I could fuck you in here, looking the way you do right now.”

There it was again. A touch of vulnerability. “It’s better I return the favor instead.” I was down on my knees before he could tell me not to. Before he could overanalyze it or tell me no, I pounced on him, taking his cock to the back of my throat on the first motion. I enjoyed the way I’d taken him off guard, evidenced by his muttered cursing. I was a woman with a mission. A mission to make him forget about any limitations in the shower. Make him forget everything but the pleasure of his cock in my mouth.

His one hand gripped the rail while the other rested gently on my hair.

I bobbed up and down on his shaft, loving the way I could reach up and grab his ass, allowing me to take him deeper. My eyes flickered up to see him watching me. The carnal expression on his face was incredibly erotic and fed my desire to increase the cadence. To make this the best blow job he’d ever received.