Page 134 of I Choose You

He lifted his head, his fingers caressing me still.

“Sensitive.”

He chuckled, that filthy, sexy sound of satisfaction. “Oh?” Bending down, he kissed my bald pussy.

I jolted at even that chaste, quick press of his lips. When I squeezed my legs together, almost trapping him there, he laughed and yanked my thighs apart so he could stand.

Looming over me, he raked his gaze over my naked body.

I whined, flapping my forearm over my eyes.

He could look his fill. I didn’t mind him staring at my body on display. But I meant what I said.

After too long of not getting any, I was sensitive to the point I was sore.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me.”

He leaned down, gently pulling my arm off my eyes.

“Baby.” He frowned. “You’re beautiful.”

I slid on my side to reach the water and splashed him. “I said I’m sensitive,” I said around giggles. “I can’t handle you looking at me like you want to eat me for dessert again.”

He grinned, scooping me into his arms. “But I’m addicted.” He kissed me as he carried me away from the hot tub. “You taste so sweet.”

“I never would have figured a ripped guy like you would have a sweet tooth.”

“Only for you,” he said as he brought me inside. “I say we should shower and take this to bed. And by then, I’ll want another snack to tide me over until morning.”

He can’t be serious.

I smiled, so damn happy, happier than I’d been in a long time. I’d play along. I draped back in his arms, flinging my arm out to mock a dramatic woe as I covered my brow. “Mercy. I cry mercy!”

He dipped his head to nip at my boob that I’d exposed by flinging my arms out.

I squealed and squirmed to be put down. He laughed and chased after me as I ran to his bedroom.

45

KADEN

I woke up the next morning with my arms full of a warm, sleepy, and sated Brooke. We’d finally showered together, and other than tender kisses and sensual touches, we only showered. I washed her hair, and she’d kneaded my soapy loofah into my back and shoulder with so much pressure that it felt better than any professional massage I’d ever paid for. Her hands were magic on me. Whether it was her fingers stroking me in delicate traces, wrapped around my cock and pumping me, or cradling my face as she kissed me with a soul-deep need. I’d never tire of her getting her hands on me, and I cherished every time she reached out.

After everything that happened yesterday, though, it seemed we’d temporarily met a quota on explosive sex.

Tired, perhaps more so from the emotionally charged events than the physical, we fell into bed and slept. If the deeply relaxed blankness on her face was any indication, she’d rested as well as I had.

It felt so cliché to think I slept better with her in my arms. But I did. Missing her since her confession had left me restless and tossing and turning.

Now knowing she was on the same page as me—

Wait.

I lay there awake, not wanting to bother her yet. But I wondered if we were on the same page now. She’d admitted she wanted me and needed me. With tears, she told me how badly she’d felt after I’d pushed her away and kept things business-only between us.

I’d asked her for a reset. I’d proposed we go back to the way we were before she’d owned up to wanting revenge.

But what did that mean? We weren’t business-only, not after the way we’d fucked and flirted. We weren’t cold and distanced either.