further.
I’m dizzy with pleasure and pain as he plunges deeper than I ever thought any dick could go.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as he gives one final push and collapses against me.
We both stand there for a few seconds allowing the hot water to beat down on us.
I’m surprised when I feel a twinge of disappointment as Leo withdraws. Not having him inside of me makes me feel empty again.
As I turn around to face him his eyes are twinkling like bright stars. He runs a hand down my wet cheek. “You are so beautiful. Like a dream that I never want to wake up from.”
It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, and it scares the shit out of me.
“We’d better clean up,” I mutter.
He nods, but he doesn’t take his sparkling eyes from mine. Please don’t say it , I pray to whatever higher power happens to be listening. Leo cannot tell me that he loves me .
Shit like that will completely freak me out. The sad truth is that I want to be loved by Leo, but I’m not sure I’m worthy of being loved.
But he doesn’t have to say it. I can see it in his eyes. Leo is head over heels and it’s all my fault.
I breathe a small sigh of relief when he says, “Is there a better way to start the day than shower sex?”
“I can’t think of one,” I agree.
When he grabs the soap and a wash cloth I think he’s going to get cleaned up, but to my surprise he starts washing me instead.
At first I flinch, but as he gently soaps and massages every inch of my body I quickly relax.
“Do you like it?” his tone is a lot more tentative than I expect.
“I love it,” I assure him.
“I want to make you feel good,” he whispers. “All the time.”
I know I should bristle that he wants to do this all the time, but I’m enjoying it too much to deal with the implication of his words.
Then he reaches for the shampoo and places a dab in his palm. “Close your eyes.”
As he massages the shampoo into my scalp I relax even more. His fingers are pure magic even when he washes my hair. I have to admit that I’m a little disappointed when he finally rinses my hair. I would have let him rub my scalp all day.
“Just give me a minute,” he says as he quickly scrubs himself down then washes his hair. It’s more like thirty seconds max. He certainly doesn’t take the same care with himself that he did with me.
I felt like I was being worshiped while he washed me.
Once we’re out of the shower he hands me two fluffy towels and takes one for himself.
“We can’t keep having unprotected sex,” I tell him as we both dry off. “And this was just sex, remember?”
He nods. “I know. Totally causal. I’m cool with that. And I’ve got plenty of condoms. I’m packing up my stuff today and moving it into my new room.”
“Especially if you’re still fucking Raven.” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. I sound catty and jealous. And I definitely have no reason to be. Neither one of us has ever mentioned monogamy. I don’t think it’s actually a word in my vocabulary. Not one that I ever plan to use anyway.
“I’m not,” he says quietly. Much more quietly than I expect. And there’s a sadness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“Why not?”
We both let the question float there for a long moment before he replies, “I have no idea.”
“Really?”
“She was the first girl I ever fucked. She and Xander had been screwing around for a little while before they invited me to join the party. I was still a kid. Fifteen. Hell, we were all kids. I think Raven was sixteen. Xander had just turned seventeen.”
“That’s a long time to be together.”
He nods. He’s lost in his thoughts for a few moments and then he looks at me. “Ancient history.”
“If you say so.” I know it’s easy to say you’re over someone or something. It’s a lot more complicated to actually feel that way.
“Stay with me tonight,” he says.
“Maybe,” I counter, even though I’m already hungry to have
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