Chapter 14 McSteamy
Chapter fourteen
McSteamy
Being with Angel was so easy.
We drifted through the water, teasing each other, kissing and snuggling amid the steam. All the stress from the past few months melted away in his embrace.
I love you.
It was all I could feel. All I could think.
He believed in me. That meant everything.
I tightened my arms around him.
He lazily guided us around the hot tub, his grip loose on my thighs. “Do you want to try out these jets? They’re good for relieving tension.”
“I’m not tense,” I said. I just didn’t want to let go of him.
He helped me into place and lingered in a crouch before me. “Trust me.”
Water pulsed at my spine and shoulders.
“Oh,” I gasped, lowering my arms to fall into the current. “This is nice.”
He laughed and settled into a nearby seat. “Are you feeling relaxed?”
“Yes.” It was a semi-foreign sensation. Usually, I wasn’t this comfortable unless I was waking up after a particularly nice rest. I leaned back, allowing my hips to rise in the water. “Thank you for this.”
“I figured it’d be just what the potential doctor ordered,” he said, puffing out his chest.
“You mean you?” I teased.
“Either of us. I make an excellent doctor and patient, if you ever care to practice,” he said.
I giggled at an errant memory. “Do you remember when they brought in the drama students to act as patients for a diagnostics test?”
“Yes.” He rolled his eyes. “I had an idiot who kept forgetting which side was supposed to hurt.”
I snorted. “They must've been so sick, they were disoriented. My patient complained about the lights and showed signs of nausea. I thought it was part of the test. Turns out, they were super hungover in addition to their assigned ailment.”
Angel laughed. “What was your diagnosis?”
“I told them if they had a concussion, they needed rest. But if they’d been drinking, we had aspirin in the nurse’s office.
I also suggested they eat some bread or croutons to soak up excess alcohol.
The next weekend, I saw them and their friends stuffing their pockets at the salad bar.
” I laughed. “They said, ‘Thanks, Doc. You’re a real lifesaver.’”
“You are,” Angel said, but I didn’t believe it.
Making someone’s day a little easier wasn’t exactly medical intervention. But it was good. “I still smile at croutons,” I told him.
“Well, I’ll be sure to put extra in your salads,” he said.
I chuckled at the idea of it.
We kicked around a bit, brushing against each other in the current as we chatted about various adventures.
It was so nice to reminisce and relax. I floated on my back and gazed at the stars. Steam drifted toward those twinkling lights and infinite wishes.
Right now, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be. Or anyone I’d rather be with.
When I smiled at Angel, he was already gazing at me, his expression slightly slack and his face flushed.
“What?” I asked.
He straightened his spine and smiled a bit too widely. “Just enjoying the view.”
Because I was pretty? I twirled my hair into a bun atop my head.
His gaze dipped pointedly to the tank top I was wearing, which was now almost sheer.
Ah, scrubs.
I slouched to conceal my nipples in the froth. “Haven’t you seen plenty of chests?”
“Not yours.” He tipped his head, his eyes gleaming with the multicolor lights. “It’s a privilege.”
“Oh my gosh.” I hid my flaming face.
He might be teasing, but it sounded sincere. He liked me.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. When was the last time that happened?
Affection naturally bubbled between us. As did banter. I barely knew what to do with myself. It wasn’t natural for me to fire back at anyone. But he teased it out of me.
“You know, I never did get to skinny dip at the beach,” I said.
“Has the urge returned?” He swirled the water under his fingertips.
I glanced over my shoulder for security cameras or neighbors peering over fences. “Is that safe to do here? You know, private? And sanitary?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “I change the filter on a regular basis. It’s part of how I earn my keep.”
“That’s very responsible of you.” I peeled the tank top off like a second skin.
His breath hitched. “Do chores turn you on? Because I take out the garbage too.”
I giggled and dipped low in the water to take off my bottoms. “What else can you do?”
“Anything you want me to,” he purred, his eyes dark.
Bubbles fluttered against my bare skin. I swam toward my date, who was still half-hidden amid the streams.
We could do anything. Have sex. Heal somebody. Just be.
Angel shifted under the water, though bubbles warped his exact movements. “Joining you seems like the gentlemanly thing to do,” he said, draping his swim trunks over the edge of the tub.
My heart raced. We were both naked.
Naked and not-quite-in-gravity.
We couldn’t quite see everything, but we could feel it. Carefully. I didn’t even know what to ask for. What to do. All I wanted was for him to touch me. Maybe play.
“My shoulders have been tense,” I said, gesturing vaguely to my deltoids.
“Want a massage?” he offered.
I nodded.
“Come sit on my lap.” He gestured. “I’ll take care of you.”
It was easy enough to obey his instructions. Direct orders channeled my excitement into action.
I perched on the edge of his knees. “Is this okay?”
“You can get closer, pidge.” He rubbed a sweet spot between my shoulder blades, and warm water trickled down my spine.
I took a deep breath, the tops of my breasts meeting with the chill breeze, and leaned back, nudging his shaft.
He gasped against my neck. “Tori. I’m trying to think of various injuries to be a gentleman here, but it’s not working.”
“You can have an erection around me. Or against me.” I rocked my hips to acknowledge his member. “You can have all kinds of feelings.”
He groaned and gripped me tighter. “Can I feel you?”
Desire pooled inside my gut, my breasts heavy with need.
I laid my head on his shoulder and spread my legs, patting his abs to find and grip his length firmly. “I thought water wasn’t the best…”
‘Lubricant’ was too technical of a word for a tender moment like this.
“It has its benefits,” he said, cupping my breasts and tugging until I keened against him.
How could one person make me feel so much?
He kissed the side of my face and neck, massaging every part of me while I tethered myself to him.
We fondled each other under the water: sweat, steam, and ecstasy.
I turned to kiss him, moaned, then broke away to breathe.
We rocked against each other, gyrating. The tension kept building until my body trembled for release.
I needed pressure. His leg was too thick. His hands were occupied.
“Can we grind like this?” I positioned his penis underneath me. Not to go in, but to slide against, which I did.
Angel cursed. “Careful, pidge. I’m not wearing anything.”
“I know. I…I just need more of you,” I panted, placing my hands over his. “Please.”
He grunted and thrust against my swollen clit.
I was at the edge, my muscles tight in anticipation. Each rock of our hips pushed me closer to bliss. His passionate kisses only fueled my desire. Then, he touched me right where I needed him.
“Oh, Angel. Yes,” I cried out.
I arched my back, and my sex fluttered. Everything tensed in the best way possible. A tide roared in my ears, stars bursting behind my eyes. I shuddered, all nerve endings. It was too much. Wonderful. A few pulsing seconds had rewired my brain.
I collapsed against him, my bones jelly, not sure if he’d come, but too buzzed with ecstasy to investigate thoroughly. “Angel?” I murmured.
“Yes, Tori?” He peppered the side of my face in kisses and rubbed other parts of me tenderly, his heartbeat thundering under my cheek. He was flushed, sweating, and breathing heavy.
There were time limits on hot tubs at hotels, right? That much heat wasn’t good for blood pressure. And if he was on medication…
“Have we been in here too long?” I swept his hair aside to feel his forehead. “You’re warm.”
“You mean ‘hot.’” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes fondly. “Yes, you are. Maybe too hot to handle this tub any longer.”
He hugged me. “We can enjoy one more minute.”
“Okay.” I figured he’d want to finish what we’d started, so I reached under the water to help him, but he took my hand and turned so we could admire the stars. A breeze cooled my heated skin.
We idly stroked each other’s limbs, linking fingers amid the stream. Our skin was surprisingly supple for how long we’d been in the tub, just hints of grooves forming on our fingertips.
“What would you want our first time to be like?” he asked, tracing the veins on the back of my hand.
Ours.
He’d said that earlier about the swimsuit. And it was sweet, really.
But it also reminded me his first time hadn’t been with me. Jealousy twinged my insides.
I curled my fingers around his to abate it. He was here with me.
I huffed and nuzzled into him. “I don’t know. It’s hard to plan that kind of thing.”
He peered at my face. “Would you prefer it was spontaneous?”
“I guess.” I shook my hand free of his tickling caress, flicking water everywhere. “I-I don’t want to put expectations on it. I can’t even live up to the ones I set for myself. I'd hate to do that to our relationship.”
He hugged my waist, his breath tickling my neck. “It’s not bad to have some expectations. That way, I can exceed them.”
That was easy for him to say—he’d dated around before this.
“I don’t have any experience,” I said, accidentally splashing us a bit in exasperation as I turned to him.
“I won’t be great at sex our first couple times no matter how much research I put into it.
Even if you put rose petals on a fluffy bedspread, I might be too anxious or exhausted to appreciate it.
I don’t want to build our first time up to this great thing only for me to lay there like a tense starfish. ”
Angel chuckled. “I can’t imagine you’d do that.”
“I…I don’t want to ruin whatever fantasy you might have by not living up to it,” I admitted. “I might not exceed expectations. Or even meet them, in some aspects.”
He kissed my knuckles. “You could never disappoint me, pidge.”
I doubted that very much. But it was nice of him to say.
“What did you hope for us?” I asked, nudging his knee.
“That our long nights would be filled with love and laughter. Some kind of happily-ever-after.” He brushed his thumb across my ring finger.
I nodded, my face aflame, because part of me already knew I’d fallen for him.
Years down the road, when he was in a hospital twelve hours a day and I was sorting thongs or serving as a nanny for my sister, would we still be a good fit?
He tilted his head, the stars twinkling across his gaze. “I think we’re well on our way, pidge.”
The future was beautiful if I could see him in it.
I caressed the side of his face, admiring the mischievous crinkle of his eyes.
One day, we’d be pruned with old age. But the memory of tonight would be imprinted on me forever.