Chapter 31
Fact or Fiction?
So this is love.
Luke
My heart races as I stomp through my house, not bothering to kick off my snowy boots as the desperate urge to get this woman
in my arms warmed up overwhelms me. And I don’t mean warm her up with my lips. Yet.
Right now, Addison is soaked and shaking and needs out of these wet clothes before I can do any of the things I want to do
to her.
I step into my bathroom and shift to flick on the lights as she shudders against me. “Fuck, I need to get you warmed up, babe,”
I growl, setting her down on her feet.
She looks up and nods, rubbing her hands together.
I step into her space and cup her hands with mine. “We gotta get you out of your wet clothes and into the shower. You okay
with that?”
“Yy-yye-essss,” she stutters, starting to peel her jacket off.
I have to bite my tongue as I help her shed the drenched clothes. The fact that she ran in this wet shit while it was snowing,
only wearing sneakers and leggings, makes me fucking furious. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her for being so careless
with the woman I’m fucking crazy about. The woman who is stubborn to her core.
But she did admit to wanting me.
That’s progress.
And I’m embracing those words with everything I have.
She pulls her shoes off and I bend to remove her soaked socks, swearing under my breath when I see how red her toes are.
Standing, I rub her arms, trying to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. My breath hitches when she starts to pull her
loose T-shirt up. Our eyes lock briefly with unspoken words as we prepare to step fully across our friendship barrier. Ready
or not.
My fingers brush her ribs as I help bring her shirt up and toss it to the floor, fully intent on never going back to what
we were before.
Inhaling deeply, I take a second to stare at her in nothing but her bra and leggings, but the moment is cut short when I see
goose bumps pepper across her skin. “We need to get you naked and into the warm water, so you don’t go hypothermic on me.”
She lets out a laugh and smiles through her chattering teeth. “Sounds hot.”
My nostrils flare at her little joke as I help her out of her sports bra next, my jaw going taut as her two tiny peaks point
toward me with red, ruby nipples. She laughs and pushes me back, snapping me out of my stupor as she bends to push her tights
off. I force myself to turn on the shower, making sure it’s not too hot to shock her body even more.
“Get in and start warming up,” I order a little too harshly, having a hard fucking time warring with my mind about not touching
her yet and getting her warmed up first. “I’m coming in with you.”
She quickly jumps and the moan that she utters as the water hits her skin has my dick swelling.
I shuck off my fire repellent bibs so quick I almost fall over.
Normally I leave this stuff at the station but when Dakota called me to tell me how upset Addison was when she found out about the fire, I couldn’t take the time to stop on my way back.
I had to get to her, especially when she didn’t answer her damn phone.
I was desperate to apologize for being such a fucking asshole.
She’d texted me earlier today to tell me about her plans to go for a run and my response was cruel, petty, and fucking selfish.
I will never do that to her again.
To know she was so distraught, she ran through the snow fucking kills me. Her face when she came around the corner of my house
looked like she’d been through war. And it was my fault. All of it.
Yes, I’ve been angry at her for holding back her feelings but leaving her at home to worry? It’s unforgivable. And what I
said to her last night in my anger? Fuck, I’m an asshole.
But seeing Robyn interact with Roe made my blood boil, and Roe’s anger at me was justified. I hurt her, but I don’t regret
it because it woke us both up to see how important we are to each other. And it should have come as no shock to me that my
wife, my Roe . . . is a fighter.
God that excites the ever-loving fuck out of me.
I’ll fight with her forever if she’ll have me.
I tug my jeans off and tear my shirt over my head. When I glance at the glass shower door, I find Addison watching me with
her lip clamped tightly between her teeth. My dick jumps in my boxer briefs because I like her eyes on me. I’ve waited what
feels like my whole fucking life to have her look at me like this, so I relish the moment I peel my boxers down and kick them
out of the way.
Her hungry eyes are glued to my cock as I stalk toward her and swing the door open. She finally looks up, meeting my gaze,
which makes me smile.
“Like what you see?” I ask, stepping into the shower and crowding into her space.
“Luke . . .” she says tentatively, reaching out to lay her hands on my chest, making me wince.
“Babe, your hands,” I murmur, cupping them to my chest and rubbing them aggressively as the water pours down over her, my own body standing outside the stream to not take any of the flow from her.
“I’m fine,” she says, pulling her hands back and shaking them out. “They’re tingling. That’s good.”
I reach around her to adjust the water temp a little warmer, now that she’s been in here a few minutes. “What about your toes?”
I ask, dropping to my knees, trying to ignore for a few seconds how close to me her delicious naked body is. Picking one foot
up off the tile floor, she lets out a squeak as she regains her balance so I can rub them hard. They feel like ice.
She lets out another laugh when I massage my hands up her right calf and down over her ankle, gripping her toes until I finally
start to feel them heat up. “The other one,” I demand, repeating the motions with her other leg.
“They’re burning like hell now, I think I’m good. We won’t have to cut any toes off.” She reaches down and tips my chin up
to look at her. I squint through the splatter of the shower water and feel like I can finally breathe again, and when I do . . .
I let myself take in what I have standing before me.
Addison’s body glistens under the stream of water beading down her flesh. Her thick, muscular legs, round, supple hips, and
soft, smooth belly are eye level with me. Begging to be touched. My gaze travels upward and I can’t help feasting my eyes
on her breasts. I’ve fantasized about having them bare to me every day she’s been here. Imagining what was under those oversize
T-shirts is nothing compared to this reality. Her nipples are hard and begging for my lips to be on them.
“Addison,” I state, using her real name and not her nickname, because what I’m about to say is going to be very unfriendly.
Her stomach contracts with a deep breath. “Yes?”
I run my hands up her calves, leaning in to kiss her stomach, loving how she inhales deeply when I nip at her skin there. “I want to rub my hands all over you. Wash you. Worship you,” I murmur, kissing at her naval. “I want to lick and suck every inch of your body.”
She shudders with a labored breath and grabs my wet hair as I stroke my hands higher up her thighs, gripping her ass as I
lick and kiss my way up her stomach. “Then I want to take you to my bed and fuck you to sleep.”
Her breath comes out in quick pants as I gaze up at her, feeling my pulse racing beneath my skin. “How do you feel about all
that?”
Her breath stutters as she shifts, pressing her back against the tile wall. She nods her head and lifts her foot to my shoulder,
opening her legs to me. My mouth salivates as I take in her perfect pink pussy covered in a thin coat of hair. A beast awakens
inside me as I hold myself back from attacking her like an animal who hasn’t eaten in days.
“I want your answer, Addison.” I smile and shake my head as I tsk at her. “I need to hear you say it, because once you say
you want the same thing . . . once I get a taste of you . . .” I stand pulling her close to me, letting her feel how much
I want her as my hard cock presses into her belly. “I won’t want to stop.”
She smiles a cheeky smile, looking like the spunky Roe I’ve grown to love. My best friend. Her voice is rich and virile when
she cups her hands around my neck. “I feel like you better get started because lord knows I don’t sleep well.”
“You will when I’m done with you, babe,” I warn before covering her body with mine as I seize her lips with a deep, guttural
groan.
She meets my frantic wild kiss with her own. It’s a kiss I’ve longed to share with her. One not weighed down by fear and insecurity.
One that I can offer without abandon because I know she wants it. She wants me.
She might even love me even if she can’t quite say it yet.
I press her against the tile, swallowing her gasp of shock as I reach down and pull her leg up to grind my cock into her as it grows even harder and seeks whatever friction it can find. She meets my needy thrusts with her own while she tries to pull me closer.
She tastes so fucking good, I think as I tear my lips from hers, kissing my way to her jaw . . . her neck . . . down her collarbone
and over to the other side.
Pulling back, I stop to catch my breath before I get carried away. “I think I promised you I’d worship your body first.” She
lets out a frustrated noise that has me chuckling. I kiss her on the nose and pull back to grab my bodywash. “We have all
night, babe. Let me do this for you.”
I pop the top of the bottle. It’s a mountain rain scent so it won’t come close to smelling as good as she does, but I like
the idea of her smelling like me. I want my scent and my cum all the fuck over her by the end of this night.
She’s mine forever.
She scowls a little, watching me lather up my hands. I fucking love that she doesn’t want me to stop kissing her, but I wasn’t
lying when I said I wanted to learn and touch every inch of her body. I run the suds up her arms, her chest rising and falling
as she watches. Working the soap up around her neck and slowly sliding my hands down her chest to cup her perfect pert breasts,