Chapter 18 #2
The hot water hit me from sixteen angles, massaging my aching muscles.
A massage or sex would temporarily relax the tension from all the force my body endured daily.
If Kensie weren’t here, I would be doing the locals.
Instead, I used my pent-up sexual energy as a motivating force to practice harder when I grew weary of abstaining.
“At least you could call if you couldn’t make it,” Kensie seethed. She stood outside the glass shower with her hands on her hips, seemingly oblivious to my nakedness.
“You do know I’m in the shower, right?” I continued to lather my chest with a loofah and fragrant liquid soap. My manhood stiffened at her fiery intrusion.
Kensie glared. “I don’t care. I’m tired, and your ass likes to take hour-long showers. I didn’t want to wait a moment longer to curse you out.”
“Curse me out? Because I came home late? Kensie, the only reason I’ve been coming home at all is because of you.
Might as well get over what you’re pissed with me about because I don’t have the energy to fight with you.
” I dismissed her and continued to lather.
We hadn’t had any other arguments since she returned from Houston.
We both could be moody, and we’d learned to give each other space on the rare times either of us was irritable with one another.
Kensie moved to see my face, and her brows drew in closer. “You don’t even remember. I don’t know what’s worse, thinking you blew off our first official live together or that you didn’t even remember in the first place?”
“Shit,” I cursed loudly. “Why didn’t you remind me?”
“Where’s your phone? I left several messages.”
“Double shit. I left my phone in the garage that housed my cars.” I softened my tone. “I’m sorry. There’s a lot involved in this race, and I need to focus. I don’t have time for extra.”
“Extra? What does that even mean?” Her tone suggested that if I said another wrong word, she would let me have it. “What does that mean, Canaan?”
I released a loud sigh, thinking Malcolm was right. She was a distraction. “It means that sometimes I forget about things that don’t matter.” When her angry eyes dripped hurt, I was immediately contrite and hopped out of the shower to grab her wrist. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
She twisted out of my cuff on her wrist. “No, you’re not. You think what I do is stupid and irrelevant to your career. It’s in your eyes every time I turn on my camera. You’re right. It doesn’t matter because I don’t matter to you.”
“You do fucking matter.” I quickly grasped her waist, picked up a squealing Kensie, and carried her into the shower. She hit my chest as the water drenched her.
“You’re getting me all wet.”
“I think that’s the problem. I’m not getting you wet enough.
” I swooped down and opened her mouth with my tongue, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I anticipated more of a fight, but she melted into me.
Weeks of longing unleashed, she kissed me hard and ardently.
Our tongues dueled while our lips thrashed against each other under the stinging hot water.
Her hands caressed my chest, my arms, and my abs and drifted to touch my ass.
Every part of me she touched sparked a flame of desire that only she could extinguish with her oh-so-fucking-sexy body.
I’d never wanted a woman more than in this very moment.
Kensie guided my mouth to suck on her right nipple through her gown.
Soon, she appeared frustrated that she couldn’t feel my mouth on her skin, and she snatched the wet material down over her body.
I resumed suckling her nipple while massaging the other one.
Sensual tension built into a fiery rage with each pull on her stiff buds.
I lifted her against the wall and spread her legs, ready to impale her with my stiff, throbbing manhood.
I hadn’t gone raw with a woman in years, and she would have to stop me because I lost all sense and capabilities to do so.
Reality must have broken through her haze of passion, and she placed her hands against my chest.
I searched her face before I knelt at her center.
She closed her legs around my neck as I pressed her back against the wall, and I focused all my sexual energy on releasing hers.
I loved the taste of Kensie and the way she lost all control as I licked and sucked her inner petals that protected her ripe bud.
I needed her to forget her anger and hurt and only focus on the insane chemistry we’d successfully restrained all these weeks.
I needed her to forgive me for my callousness because she mattered to me more than any woman ever did.
After Kensie came loudly, I quietly washed her from head to toe, wrapped her in a plush terry cloth robe, and sent her to bed.
I chose the sofa near the balcony to rest my head that night, and she didn’t question me.
I recognized that her body couldn’t withstand my touch again without giving me what we both truly wanted, and I wanted to honor our promise. So, we continued to wait.