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She softens, pausing for a few excruciating seconds before she nods. “Okay.”
I kiss her gently, relishing in the way she sinks into me. My lips burn and my stomach somersaults, and I know that I’m feeling something I never have before.
Love.
With her tucked against my side, we head upstairs in the darkness. When I stop at the door to the ensuite, she tugs me inside gently. “Stay with me?”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I shut the door behind us and head over to the shower, turning it on and making sure the water runs hot enough to soothe her tired bones. I pause when I find she’s undressing, unable to stop watching her clothes pool at her feet to reveal her bare body. Goosebumps pebble her skin as she slips off her panties, her bra. Her nipples stand to attention against the cold air, as pink and beautiful as pearls. I ache to take them in my mouth, but I know better than to start something tonight. She just needs me to be here, so I will.
“Your turn,” she says quietly.
I keep my eyes fixed on hers as I unbutton my shirt. She inches closer, dragging her hand along my chest and placing a kiss on my collarbone before stepping into the shower. I kick my pants off with far more haste and then join her in the steam, closing the glass door around us. It feels like shutting out the world.
Madison stands under the spray, dragging her hair back so that I can see every inch of her gorgeous face. The beauty spot beside her ear lobe, the small scar in her hairline. Gently, I trace the white indentation. Her eyes flutter shut, droplets rolling off her thick lashes.
She falls into me all at once, looping her arms around my body and nestling into my chest. For my entire adult life, I always felt like I should be somewhere else, hopping from one task to the other because work was all that mattered and there was always something to fix, or buy, or win over.
Right now, I feel like I can finally stand still. I can surrender to everything but her.
I’m exactly where I should be.
When she doesn’t move, I reach over her head for the shampoo sitting in its holder. I lather it in my hands until it foams. She relaxes against me as I work the suds through her silky hair.
I used to resent taking care of other people when nobody took care of me. Now, we take care of each other. I love being able to help her, support her.
I love that she lets me.
I pepper kisses across her skin and taste my sea salt shampoo as I keep massaging her scalp. “Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me what I can do.”
Her eyes flicker open. “You’re doing it,” she murmurs.
Relieved, I tip back her chin and detach the showerhead, rinsing the shampoo from her hair until it’s nothing but bubbles swirling around the drain.
She takes the showerhead from me, then sucks in a long breath before directing the stream to her breasts. “I need something more. I need you, Roman.” Her voice is husky. Disarming.
Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she moves the stream to the other nipple. I feel my cock harden at the sight of her bringing herself that pleasure, the way her breasts tighten to pearly points against the water. Rivulets run down her cleavage, her stomach, between her legs, drawing attention to the part of her I want most.
Still, I have to be sure. “You’re tired. Upset. We don’t have to. I can take care of you in other ways tonight. Whatever you need. Are you sure?”
She lifts a brow, and then she kills me by positioning the showerhead between her legs. “Don’t I look sure?”
I lose it. I snatch the showerhead from her and bend to my knees so that I can angle the water right onto her clit. She cries out, leaning against the tiles and gripping my hair to keep steady. “Touch me,” she begs. “Please, Roman.”
“Shh,” I whisper, bringing the showerhead closer so that the spray brings her even more pressure. “My mom’s still in the house, you know.”
She throws her head back in response, spreading her legs wider. “Please. Please touch me.”
“Like this?” I brush her knee and along her inner thigh. She shivers when I reach the warm crease of her groin.
“More. Please, Roman.”
I’m not cruel enough to keep making her beg, as much as I want to. With the showerhead still giving her pleasure, I plunge my finger inside her and curl to find her G-spot. She whimpers, her fist growing tighter in my hair until my scalp is tingling and my cock is straining painfully for some release.
I ignore it. This is for her.
Everything is for her.
She works herself against me, spasming with every thrust until I insert another finger and stretch her out. “Fuck, Roman!”
