water warmed, and he pulled the shower switch.
“Did you need to use the toilet?” he asked. He felt his face flush at the question. He felt terribly awkward right now, in a way he wasn’t used to. He thought Rae had trampled all embarrassment from him with her heels over the years. But right now, he felt like he was on a first date. A damned strange first date.
Selena shook her head. “I think I walked it all out.”
Mark considered his own needs and shook his head. “I got something.” He assumed she’d back out of the room as he lifted the seat, but instead, just as he let go, he felt two cool hands wrap around his chest from behind and the softness of breasts on his shoulder blades. Mark’s eyes widened, and his stream stopped for a minute at the surprise of her touch. Selena leaned her head on his shoulder and clung to him as he struggled to finish. Her closeness made the whole act a little shaky to complete, but finally, the last short spurts came out and Mark reached out to flush the toilet. Then he pulled the shower curtain aside for her to step inside. “Do you want me to sit here while you wash, and then I’ll get in?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, once she stood inside, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with her.
“Okay,” Mark said, as the water hit him, and he found himself rubbing up unintentionally against her breasts. The woman was staring at him with those ice-blue eyes. Her gaze made him weak. It felt as if she could look inside his mind. “Shampoo’s right here,” he said, pointing behind her at the bottles sitting at the front end of the tub.
Selena glanced behind and nodded. Then she put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, hugging him tightly.
Her lips brushed his cheek, and she whispered in his ear. “Don’t leave me?”
Mark rubbed his hand gently up and down her back and the curve of her ass. “Not going anywhere,” he answered. They stood like that, holding each other for a while, as the steam gathered around them like a cloud. Finally, Selena released him and turned towards the water. She bent to grab the shampoo bottle, and Mark gasped as she did. Not at the heart-shaped curve of her rear (which
“What happened?” he whispered. Everything about her seemed perfectly formed, her skin without blemish. She was the epitome of every Scandinavian model’s dream. Piercing eyes, wide white smile. Breathtaking curves. Beautiful skin. Except for her back. Angry pink scars puckered near her shoulders, as if someone had stabbed her twice and then twisted the knife around and down.
“It was a long time ago,” she said.
“But what…”
Selena turned and pushed him under the water, moving herself out of the spray. “You’re going to get cold,” she said. He dunked his head back and then pulled it out of the water. She reached up without asking and began to soap up his hair. Mark raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. Her fingers were long and gentle, and they moved from his hair to lather his chest, and then his crotch. She held his cock softly, stroking the soap along it three times before reaching lower to soap his balls. He felt a finger extend farther, prodding his ass gently.
“Jesus,” he whispered, closing his eyes. For the first time in three days, nobody refuted the name.
Selena bent to rub the insides of his thighs. She knelt in front of him then, but rather than touching him sexually, she seemed almost to be studying him. Memorizing him. She pressed her lips to his belly, and then moved her fingers over his skin, as if trying to sample every pore. She moved her hands slowly, lovingly, following the hair down the front of his thighs and then slowly stroking his calves and the backs of his knees. She cupped his buttocks and then rose to her feet again, trailing her hands up his ribs before resting them on his arms and leaning in to give him a soft, lingering kiss.
Mark didn’t move the whole time, he couldn’t. He was lost in her attention. And then she reached behind her and brought back the shampoo. Handed it to Mark.
“I’m unclean,” she whispered.
“We’ll remedy that,” he promised and poured shampoo into his palm. Then he repeated the ritual that she had just performed. He slipped his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp, and then rubbing the soap in gentle circles across her back. Then he slipped his hands back up to gather more soap from her hair. He moved the suds with a featherlight stroke along her neck and unconsciously held his breath as he rubbed his hands around her breasts, enjoying the way the soap and water shone on her porcelain skin. Her nipples hardened at his touch, but he followed her lead and rather than trying to arouse, he knelt and continued to soap her tummy and thighs. Hesitantly he moved his fingers across the wiry tuft of hair at her crotch and she moved her legs apart farther, allowing him to move his hand into the cleft, carrying the soap into the warmth of her sex and up to the pucker of her ass.
He moved his hands down one leg, tracing the edges of her toes before moving to the other foot and then working his way back up that leg. When he’d pressed and kneaded and touched every part of her skin, he stood flat against her, chest to chest and tentatively, tenderly kissed her lips. She opened her mouth to him then, and he tasted her tongue for the first time, as it gently probed against his lips.
Mark’s eyes widened as her hand reached around and held him by the nape of the neck, drawing him harder against her mouth. He could see the smile in her eyes at his reaction. He could also feel how close he was to entering her, and he longed to press that point. But…
“Not here…” she said, drawing away from his kiss. She twisted away to turn off the shower and then pushed the curtains away. Mark stepped onto the throw rug that covered the bathroom tile and reached into a closet to get her a clean bath towel. She took it and ruffled it over her head before drawing it across her shoulders and around in front to dry her chest. The pink of the towel was striking against her skin; Mark thought she looked like a lingerie model as she crushed it across the swell of her chest. He pulled his own burgundy towel from the back of the bathroom door and dried himself, hurriedly. He didn’t want to lose the moment. He wasn’t sure if it was already lost.
She finished drying herself before him and then stepped closer, taking his own towel from his hands. “Let me,” she said and bent down to run the towel up the backs of his legs. Then she let it drop and stood up. She took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
The bed was still unmade. When Mark had gotten up the last time, he’d not bothered to fix the sheets. She pulled them to one side and pressed Mark down onto the mattress. He put his head back on the pillow and watched as she flipped one leg over his middle and slowly crouched down on his lap.
Part of him was embarrassed to have such pure beauty touch his hairy flesh. He was not built for a model. She should be with someone who…
Mark’s internal dialogue of insecurity was cut off when she reached down to stroke and then ease him inside her. He gasped at the feeling of her lips around him. She was warm and velvet smooth as her sex gradually let him in, sliding up and then down, up a little and down farther, easing him all the way, until their pubic hair was pressed flat, their sex joined tightly. Mark thought it may have been the most gentle, yet intense, start of sex he had ever had. Every nerve in his body sang with desire for her, and the room seemed to spin when she leaned down and her breasts tickled his chest. She took his tongue in her mouth and then pulled back, smiling.
“…here,” she said, at last completing her sentence from the shower.
Mark took a series of sharp, deep breaths as she rocked their hips in a steadily increasing rhythm. He moaned, without meaning to, and then nodded his head quickly in agreement.
“Here,” he echoed.
Chapter Forty-Six
The bedroom was grey with the fall of dusk when Mark opened his eyes. He yawned and felt his belly growl. He’d slept the entire afternoon away. Correction. He stared at the ivory skin of Selena’s back next to him. They’d slept the entire afternoon away.
Again he marveled at her body. The moon of her ass peeked out from the sheet as he propped himself up on his elbow. With his hand he touched the warmth of her hip and followed the silk-smooth skin to her waist. Her face was half-obscured by twisted strands of ice-blonde hair, and her breasts were crushed beneath her arm. But Mark
