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Angel made a sound of surprise. “Wow, your shower is amazing. If I lived here, I’d spend all my free time in here.”
My sweet little love was always so complimentary. “I bought the house to get the bathroom. It was designed for someone who uses a wheelchair.”
Angel began to pull off her clothing like it was nothing. “Looks more like it was designed for a Greek god who uses a wheelchair. This place is opulent, compared to mine.”
I reluctantly pulled off my shirt and tossed it across the room towards the hamper before leaning over to start the shower. When I turned back to Angel, I sucked in a deep breath. The woman offering herself to me was absolutely gorgeous. My eyes trailed all the way down and back up again. I couldn’t help but notice how much she’d filled out in the years since we’d been a couple of horny teens stealing a few hot kisses in her treehouse.
Her body was curvy in all the right places. My mouth went dry at the sight of her large breasts as they dangled tantalizing close. Her blue eyes held such warmth. I loved the way her pale blond hair hung down almost to her waist in the back.
It had been so long since any woman had offered me anything but sympathy. Angel amazed me with all the love and compassion she still had in her heart for me, and a sweet ache slammed into my gut as I realized she didn’t care. She didn’t care that I was a cripple, that I was forced to live in a wheelchair. The same desire filled her eyes now as it had in the past, as if nothing had changed at all. Maybe for her it hadn’t. I felt a surge of gratitude as I tried to see myself through her eyes.
Angel closed the distance between us in three steps. One hand came up under my chin and it was only when she gently lifted it that I realized my mouth had been hanging open.
“I’m more than pretty body. You know that, right?”
“Fucking hell, you’re not pretty. You’re beautiful.” I’d never felt more like a filthy beast than I did in that moment.
She dropped a kiss on my lips. “Glad you like. Get naked. I want to sit on your lap in the shower.”
My hands came out to unclip the armrests from my chair and I slid my pants off. From the thighs up I looked pretty normal, but my lower legs were gnarled with scars, the muscles clearly visible under my now healed skin. Plus, everything below my shin was missing on both legs. I swallowed thickly before looking up at her.
“You like what you see, woman?” I could hear the bitter challenge in my own voice.
She kneeled down and ran her hands over both my legs. “I do like what I see, the scars of a warrior who gave too much for these foreign wars.” When her eyes lifted to mine she added softly, “You’re the man I love. I love all the parts of you, even the parts you hate.”
I searched her eyes for some hint that she was lying to spare my feelings but found only open honesty the likes of which I’d rarely encountered. Breathing out a sigh of relief, reached out and grasped the back of her neck, dragging her close for a kiss.
My legs might be toast, but my arms were strong and sure as I lifted myself off the wheelchair and onto the chair I kept in the shower. Angel stepped in after me, leaning forward to let the spray run over her head before she grabbed up the body wash.
Her soapy hands came up to rest against my chest before moving up to circle around my neck. Kissing Angel felt like drinking deeply from a well that I had long denied myself, a hint at what my future held if I could manage to pull myself together.
When she drew back, I smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. “I do love you, sweetness. And I’m sorry it took me so long to say that out loud.”
“You’re well worth waiting on, handsome.” Angel came to her feet and tossed me a bottle of shampoo with a grin. “Do you realize that you always have a hard on when we’re together?”
I nodded, catching on to her sense of humor. “It might be that I pop a boner for every woman I see, not just you.”
She stepped into the huge, tiled shower and beckoned me forth. “I can tell by that sexy smirk on your face that you’re lying, handsome.”
I tilted my chair back and let the water run over my body, feeling my cock grow stronger by the minute. When I sat back up, I grabbed the shampoo from my lap and got busy lathering up my hair. Angel watched me with a gratifying eagerness that made me feel seen in a good way for once. I cleansed my hair and every square inch of my body. I’d done this a lot in the last few months, and I had it down.
When I leaned back to rinse myself, Angel gasped. That’s when I looked down to see that the body I normally kept in top operational form was only at about seventy-five percent. My arms and abs were still really pumped because those were the muscles I used the most.
After drying off and moving back into my wheelchair I pulled her into my lap and took her for a spin into my room. She laughingly grabbed towels on the way out the door so she could dry off too.
I watched her stand tall, naked and proud before me as she buffed every inch of her body dry.
I grabbed for the bed post and pulled myself over, using both hands to maneuver into the center of the bed. “Come, Angel, let’s enjoy the night of debauchery you talked me into.”
If I’d thought she’d get cold feet, I would have been much mistaken. She was at my side in the blink of an eye. I motioned her forward. “Up here. Spread those pretty legs across my face. I’ve been fucking dying for a taste of you for a very long time.”
Pink crept up her cheeks. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Then you haven’t lived. Come now, don’t make me beg.”
Once again, she scrambled into place with gratifying speed.
The scent of her sweet arousal made my nostrils flare. “Oh Angel, I hope you taste half as good as you smell, darling.”
