Chapter 35
Hayden
Steam fills my bathroom as I stare at the woman across from me.
Miranda may be covered in mud, but she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her hair falls along her shoulders and down her back when she removes her hair tie, releasing it from the messy bun.
She was worried about her mother figuring out something is going on between us, but I honestly don’t care who knows.
I’ve wasted enough time worrying about other people.
“May I?” I gesture at her dress.
With a shy smile, she nods her head and a slight blush stains her cheeks pink.
I’ve seen her naked, but for some reason this feels new.
Maybe it’s the possibility of our relationship becoming public.
Or it could be leftover feelings after being part of Tate and Joy’s wedding.
Whatever the cause, I’m liking the way this feels.
Sliding the thin straps off her shoulders and down her arms, I watch as the fabric pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a simple white thong.
Jesus. I’m not sure we would have made it all the way back here had I known this was all she was wearing beneath her dress.
I slip my fingers into the lace and slide her panties down, cursing under my breath at the sight of her standing in front of me completely bare.
Without taking my eyes off her, I stand to my full height and begin unbuttoning my shirt.
She casts her eyes downward, but I crave this connection.
I allow my shirt to drop to the floor before placing two fingers beneath her chin to tilt her face, so she’ll look at me.
We both take a sharp breath when her eyes finally meet mine. This. This is what I crave.
After making quick work of my belt, I remove the rest of my clothing and lead Miranda into the shower.
The shower is separate from my bathtub and has two large, rain-style shower heads, both of which I’ve turned on.
She groans in pleasure when I snap open my body wash and begin washing her, taking care to massage her muscles as I do.
“That feels amazing,” she breathes when I turn her to face away from me so I can focus on her back. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do this every day if you let me.”
Her body stiffens, but I don’t question her. She still doesn’t understand the depth of my feelings. I’m a patient man, so as long as she doesn’t push me away, I’ll continue proving to her that I’m done running from my feelings.
My eyes greedily take her in when she tips her head back to rinse the conditioner from her hair.
Her wet body shimmers in the light as the water runs over it, and I finally lose the battle over my hardening cock.
We are here to shower, and I told myself I would be a gentleman and not maul her just because we have a night alone.
I’m interested in her for more than just sex—but goddamn.
“My turn,” she says as she pours some bodywash into her palm.
Her hands feel amazing on me, and I let out a low groan.
I’ve given up on hiding my arousal, but I still work hard to maintain my control while she lathers me up.
Her fingers on my scalp feel like heaven when she massages shampoo into my hair.
Shit. If I had access to this experience every day, I’d never get anything done and likely have zero regrets about it.
“Okay, all done,” she says in a quiet voice.
Facing the shower spray, I lean forward and rinse my hair first, and then my body, clearing any remaining soap from my eyes before I turn back around and take in a surprised breath. The last thing I expect to see is Miranda on her knees, looking up at me. Waiting.
“Miranda…”
“Can I?” She places her hands on my thighs, waiting for my response.
I nod my head, and she immediately raises up on her knees, putting her mouth at the perfect height. Sliding her hands up my thighs, she steadies herself before wrapping one hand around my already hard cock.
“Christ,” I hiss when just her touch has me ready to lose control.
Water sprays over us, and with a gentle hand, I brush the hair from her forehead so I can have a clear view of her as she looks up at me.
This sight of her is fucking breathtaking.
A groan escapes me when she parts her lips and swipes her tongue around the head of my cock, licking at the precum that has already begun to leak.
She then licks along the bottom of my shaft before taking me into her mouth.
I nearly see stars. Her mouth is so warm, I have to fight to keep from thrusting all the way down her throat.
She takes me in a bit further before pulling back.
And then does it again, this time taking me even further still, repeating the motion as she works up a rhythm.
My muscles are tense and my breaths shallow as I struggle against the tingle already working its way up my spine.
When she takes me even further, my dick hitting the back of her throat, I bury a hand in her hair and tug, slowing her movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well, swallowing every inch of my cock.”
Tears shine in her eyes as she continues to look up at me while taking me back as far as she can, and she hums. The vibration shreds the tiny bit of control I was so desperately clinging to. I grip her hair tighter and thrust into her mouth until I feel my release closing in on me.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” I grit out as a warning, loosening my grip on her hair so she can pull away.
But she doesn’t pull away. Keeping her eyes on me, she speeds up her movements, licking and sucking, the heat and wetness of her tongue pushing me over the edge. I unload with a low growl, and she swallows everything I give her.
Reaching down, I lift her to her feet and crash my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss.
Her tongue meets mine, and we battle for dominance, the taste of myself only making me hungrier for her.
She’s mine. She can move away. She can keep me her little secret.
Whatever she wants. But there’s no way I will let her go.