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You know what else hurts…
Between my legs. Right there in the middle. Yes, I’m sore after last night’s encounter, two years of celibacy will do that to a girl, but it’s nothing too bad, and it’s nothing a nice hot shower won’t fix.
Slipping out from under the covers, I disappear into the master bathroom.
Turning on the taps, steam instantly fills the white-tiled room, fogging the mirror, and warming the air.
The hot water hits my skin when I step under the shower head, and while it stings slightly, it also feels amazing. Pouring a little body wash into a white loofa that’s hanging on the rail, I gently wipe it across my chest and then down between my legs, rolling my hips slightly. The netting is soft, soothing, and memories of the night before come flooding back.
Oh wow. Two orgasms in one night. That’s never happened before. Ever. Kael sure knows how to please a woman. There’s no denying it. The man can fuck. Kael Jenkins, King of the Sex.
“You need a hand there, sweetheart?”
I startle, and my eyes fly open, only to find Kael standing stark naked on the other side of the shower screen, and for a split second I’m embarrassed that he just caught me washing myself, but then my eyes drift down his chest, and I can’t tear my gaze away from his cock.
“Answer me.”
His voice sounds sexier somehow first thing in the morning. His lips curl with mild amusement as he reaches into the top drawer of the vanity and grabs a condom.
Oh.Oh?Why does he have them all over the place?
I shake my head.No.I don’t want to think about that.
Kael opens the shower door, and then steps inside, leaning his head under the water to wet his face.
I hand the loofa to him. “Yes, please.”
His heated eyes bore into mine, and he smiles so beautifully it turns my insides to mush. Damn, he’s beautiful. And as it turns out, his muscles look even better dripping wet, all shiny and glistening. But something tells me Kael already knows that, and hence, that’s why he’s here.
“You’re very fond of yourself, aren’t you?”
Guilt slides across his face as he toys with my hair, curling it around his finger. “I’m very fond ofyou.” And then his finger trails deftly down the side of my face, over my throat and then across my chest, his short fingernail scraping the tip of my nipple. “Have I mentioned how much I love these?”
He pinches me hard, making me gasp.
And then he drops to his knees in front of me, and water slides down over his body, highlighting all the ridges and slopes of his shoulders, the curves of his pecs. The muscles in his thighs tighten as he balances on the balls of his feet, and I swear I try not to notice his thickening cock all large and demanding attention, but with the way he’s kneeling down in front of me, it’s impossible not to.
Kael places his hands carefully on the outside of my thighs, and leans in slightly, tilting his head. His cocky grin is back in full force, studying my most intimate parts closely from different angles with lust-filled eyes that make me feel all kinds of humiliated and all kinds of aroused at the same time.
“Can you not look straight at it?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s—”
“Mine to look at as I please? Why thank you, don’t mind if I do.”
He starts washing me gently between the legs, his movements careful and tender, not hurried in any way. Best postcoital, ever. Surprise, surprise, Kael Jenkins offers aftercare. I love this part of him, so measured and in control. Every part of him is sublime, the good, the bad, and the outright difficult.
He’s like no man I’ve ever known, body and soul, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have him worshipping my body like this, his touch gentle, reverent almost. But it’s also moderately mortifying with the way he’s studying my sex so closely from different angles.
“Kael, stop it.”
“You were just ogling me. I can’t do the same to you?”
“Ogling is such an ugly word.”
“You’re right, it is. You know what’s not ugly…” He leans in closer and places a soft kiss on my bare mound.“This.”He drops the loofah onto the shower floor and then continues washing me with his bare hand.
