Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“I like wearing you out. And I like looking down at you,” she whispers.
“I like looking up at you.”
Watching him come when she’s on top of him gives her a sense of power. A power she never thought she’d have—it’s heady. Now if she could just pluck up the courage to touch all of him…
His glowing green eyes burn into hers. “You really are something, Alessia,” he says, and he smooths her hair from her face. For a moment she thinks he’s going to say something else. But he smiles up at her, a glorious smile. Then he adds, “I’m hungry.”
She gasps. “I must feed you.” She tries to move, but he holds her in place. “Don’t go. You’re keeping me warm. I should light a fire.” He kisses her jaw, and she snuggles into him, feeling a peace she didn’t know was possible.
“We should go out to eat,” Maxim says. “It must be after four o’clock.” The rain is still hammering down outside.
“I want to cook for you.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I like cooking,” Alessia replies. “Especially for you.”
“Okay.”
* * *
Alessia winces as she sits up on me.
“What is it?” I ask, and I sit up in one swift move so we’re nose to nose. The throw falls to her waist, and I pull it up to keep her warm.
She blushes. “I am a little sore.”
Fuck! “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you probably wouldn’t have done that…” she says, averting her eyes and her voice low.
“Damned right!” I close my eyes and place my forehead on hers. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
I’m an idiot.
She places her fingers on my lips. “No. No. Don’t be sorry.”
“We don’t have to do this.”
What am I saying?
“I want to do this. I mean it. I really like it,” she insists.
“Alessia, you have to talk to me. Tell me. Frankly, I could do this all day with you. But enough. We’re going out. First, though, let’s have a shower and get cleaned up.” I lift her off me, stand up, collect our clothes from the floor, and together we head back upstairs.
I turn on the water in the shower as Alessia watches me, huddled in the throw, her eyes dark and mysterious. The afternoon sun is beginning to fade. I switch on the lights and test the water. It’s toasty.
“Ready?” I ask her.
She nods and lets the throw fall to her feet, and she dashes past me into the piping-hot stream of water. I join her, and we both stand under the cascading shower as it warms us. I grab the shower gel, pleased that she’s becoming more comfortable about revealing her gorgeous body.
That’s what happens when you spend the day fucking….
I grin and begin to lather some soap in my hands.
* * *
She has never showered with anyone. She can feel him move about behind her, his body brushing against her…that part of his body brushing against her as she stands beneath the shower. The part she hasn’t dared touch yet. She wants to—she just needs to find the self-confidence.
The water is deliciously hot. She closes her eyes and enjoys the soothing feel of it bouncing off her skin, making it a little pink.
He moves her hair from her back and places a wet kiss on her shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
She feels his hands at her neck, and with circular strokes he starts to massage the soap into her skin. His strong fingers knead her muscles.
“Ah,” she groans.
“You like?”
“Yes, muchly.”
“Muchly?”
“My English?”
Alessia senses Maxim’s grin.
“Is much better than my Albanian.”
She giggles. “This is true. It is funny—I say the wrong word, and it sounds right to me, but when you say it, it does sound wrong.”
“It must be my accent. Do you want me to wash you all over?” His voice is husky.
“All over?” Alessia’s breath hitches.
“Mmm-hmm,” Maxim confirms, the sound a low, sexy rumble near her ear. He puts his arms around her and soaps his hands and begins to knead the soap into her skin. He washes her neck, her breasts, her belly, and gently between her thighs. Her head rolls back on his chest as she surrenders to his touch, feeling his excitement against the top of her backside. She moans, and his breathing deepens, becoming harsher in her ear.
Suddenly he stops. “There, you’re done. And I think we should get out.”
“What?” She feels bereft without his hands on her.
“Enough.” He opens the shower door and exits the shower.
“But,” she protests.
He grabs a towel and puts it around his waist, covering his erection. “I only have so much willpower, and, amazingly, my body is ready for action again.”
She pouts, and he laughs. “Don’t tempt me.” He holds up the blue robe and waits for her. She shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, where he wraps her in the robe and holds her. “You are irresistible. But as much as I want you…enough. And I’m hungry.” He kisses the top of her head and releases her. She watches him leave the bathroom, feeling her heart swell with her love for him.