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He carried her to the bathroom, setting her down in the shower. He angled the shower head toward himself as he turned it on, figuring he needed the blast of cold water.
She stood there, staring at him as he finished setting the water temperature and shifted so the spray could soothe her body. Trenton reached for the soap, lathering it into a washcloth. Then he slid it along her neck and over her shoulders. She shivered, and his hand clenched on the rag, but he continued the soothing path.
“Trenton?” Confusion filled her voice, and her fingers were clutching that rubber band.
“Is it not okay to help wash you?” he asked, pausing the path of the soap.
She shrugged, her eyes shifting away. “No guy ever has.”
He’d figured that was the case. “How many partners have you had?”
She frowned. “Three.” Her eyes flew up to his, then away. “I mean, four.”
Trenton was pleased that she hadn’t lumped him in with the others. “Give me their names, and Malcolm and I will go beat the shit out of them.”
“What?” she asked, her voice strangled, and her gaze flew to his again.
He forced a laugh. “I’m joking.”Mostly, he added to himself. He used his free hand to brush her hair over her shoulder, adding stroking circles to his touch to soothe them both. “But you shouldn’t be with a man that doesn’t cherish you.”
She didn’t respond, but creases lined her forehead as she considered his words.
Trenton moved the cloth down her front, over her breasts, and she bit back a moan. His hand froze as his penis started to harden.
She stepped back, away from the spray. “Something’s wrong with me.”
He frowned, following her. “Why do you say that? I think you’re perfect.”
Pain flashed in her eyes before they dropped to the tile below. “You barely know me, Trenton.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but realized he had no argument. They’d lived together not even a week. “Why do you think something’s wrong?” he asked instead.
She waved her hands down her body. “I’ve never acted like this before. It’s like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.”
The idea that his touch had changed her added to his growing erection. He slowly moved the cloth he held forward, stroking it once between her legs.
She bit her lip, her eyes widening before they squeezed together. “What are you doing?”
He made his next stroke longer, avoiding her most sensitive areas. “I already told you. Washing you clean.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He continued to wash her as her body tensed. “It’s happening again.” The last was said in a whisper.
His hardness had become painful. She was the sweetest woman he’d ever known, to be so vulnerable with him. He wanted to bundle her up in his arms, but he also wanted to sink deep inside her. He’d never wanted sex again so quickly, not even during his teenage years.
He warmed the cloth and brought it back to her, stroking to soothe, not entice.
Her arms crossed over her breasts.
His hand dropped away from her. “Are you worried about what happened?”
“It was just so strange. The pulsing inside of me.”
“You mean your orgasms?” He hadn’t lost count, despite how fast they’d come over her.
“Oh,” she said, her arms tightening on herself.
The shower pounded on his back as he dipped his head to meet her eyes. “When you said you were bad at sex, did you mean that none of your partners had ever brought you to orgasm?”
“It always tended to hurt because my body doesn’t respond right to sex.” She said it so matter-of-factly that he knew she actually believed it.
