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His hands ran up and down her back as they moved around the kitchen. Her head rested in its new favorite spot, on his shoulder as he guided them in circles.
A second ago she’d been exhausted, dead on her feet, but as he guided her around the kitchen she came back to life. She felt herself melt into him like butter in a hot pan. He was so…capable. Everything that had been thrown at them, he’d handled like it was nothing. Literally. Toys had been thrown at his head. He’d caught them easily. He’d been puked on by the baby. Hadn’t batted an eye. Santino had a major blowout in his diaper, and he’d had him bathed and changed in under ten minutes.
He'd done dishes. Ran loads of laundry. Got as little or less sleep than her. Nothing fazed him. He didn’t lose his patience with the kids, which was something she couldn’t even say for herself. He’d played video games, colored, let the girls do his nails which were now a pretty shade of sparkly pink. He’d roughhoused with the boys, read every kid’s book she had in this house at least four times, and never once complained.
She felt safe with him. For the first time in her life, she felt like everything wasn’t on her shoulders.
It wasn’t forever. She knew that. But right at this moment, she didn’t want to think about the future. She just wanted to live in the present. And in the present, she wanted to show Knox just how much she appreciated all he’d done.
She lowered down on her knees and began to unbuckle his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he grabbed her shoulders.
She looked up at him and smiled. “What do you think?”
“I haven’t showered in two days.”
Right. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Then let’s go shower.” She stood to her feet and as she turned to head down the hallway she felt herself being swept off her feet. The next thing she knew her body was being flung over Knox’s shoulders. He swatted her butt playfully as he stalked down the hallway.
Laura had never been with anyone who could pick her up and fling her around like she weighed nothing. She’d never imagined just what a turn on that could be. All her life she’d been on the curvy side. Both her ex-husbands and the guys she’d dated had been in decent shape, but none of them came close to the shape that Knox was in.
He didn’t have gym strength, he had grown man, outdoorsy strength.
When they got to the bathroom, Knox turned the water on in the shower and then set her down. They both reached for one another’s clothes and made quick work of stripping each other.
Laura unbuttoned and unzipped Knox’s jeans and when he stepped out of them he kicked them off and they flew into her bedroom.
They stepped into the shower and Laura stood with her back to the spray. Knox reached out to touch her, but she knew that if she allowed him to take over, she’d be at his mercy. If she had any hope of running the show, he had to keep his hands to himself.
“No touching,” she said forcefully as she swatted his hand away. “Just watch.”
The sexy, bad boy grin that pulled at the corners of his lips had her entire body screaming for her tobeghim to touch her, but she ignored that desire. She tilted her head back beneath the spray of water to get her hair wet. When she did, she heard Knox curse beneath his breath. She lifted her head straight again and could see the desire burning in his eyes.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned as his eyes raked up and down her body.
“Am I?” she asked with faux innocence as she grabbed her lavender loofah, squeezed body wash on it and worked it into a lather. Once it was good and soapy, she moved the puff all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts and belly, then her thighs and butt.
Knox’s erection stood tall, proudly jutting out from his body and it twitched as he said, “You are a fucking wet dream come to life.”
From most guys that would have sounded like a corny, not-so-original line. It wasn’t a sonnet, but somehow coming from Knox, it sounded like Shakespeare. Being told she was a wet dream come to life felt romantic, and sweet. She had no clue how he pulled that off, but somehow, he did.
Once she finished cleaning herself, she stood beneath the water and let it fall over her shoulders. Her hands moved over her wet skin, making sure that all the soapy residue washed away. Knox’s eyes raked over her body as she touched herself. His jaw tightened and his cock bobbed, begging for her attention.
Once she was completely rinsed off, she grabbed the loofah and soaped it up once more. Her eyes lifted and locked with his as she began at Knox’s shoulders moving the puff in circular motions. She took her time, loving the opportunity to touch him without the distraction of his hands on her. She moved to his chest making sure not to miss an inch of his skin. She walked around to his back and repeated the same motion. Then she focused her attention south, covering both his ass cheeks and upper thighs.
“Turn around,” she instructed.
Slowly, taking his sweet time, he did as she asked. When he was facing her once more, she reached out and cupped his manhood in her palm while soaping up the top then bottom. Once he was nice and sudsy she guided him beneath the spray of water and using her hands rinsed him off completely.
She loved the way his muscles twitched beneath her touch. Her fingers and hands roamed over his rounded, broad shoulders, across the sculpted planes of his chest, down the chiseled lines of his abs. Then further south to his shaft standing at full attention. Her fingers circled it and she stroked him up and down before cupping his balls and massaging them gently.
He hissed as she tightened her grip on him and his hands fisted at his sides. The tension between them was palpable. She loved that she could sense how on the edge he was. He was clearly using every bit of self-control not to reach out and touch her. Not to do what he did best and take control of the situation.
She was going to make sure that he was rewarded for his restraint. Part of her wanted to get on her knees and blow him in the shower, but as sexy as that sounded in theory, she felt like the more realistic option would be to move this into the bedroom.
After forty-eight hours of barely any sleep, she didn’t think she should be attempting to get on her knees on a slippery surface.
