My mouth drops open when I see Carter’s penis. It’s thick, veiny, and very much erect. Either the rumors are true, or he’s just very happy to see me. Either way, I’m not disappointed.
“Finished?” Carter mockingly asks me as he slips out of bed directly in front of me.
“Oh,” I say, bringing my eyes up to his. “Sorry.”
Fuck, I can already feel my cheeks growing hot under his intense gaze. I’ve kissed this man before, so why is it so hard for me now to stay calm around him? This should be nothing to me. He’s not even touching me now, and we spent the whole night in bed together naked. Plus, we’re married.
I have excuses, but none of them matter now that Cater has locked eyes with me. There’s a smug look on his wide jaw like he’s won a secret battle against me, and now I must submit to him in some way. Does he expect me to fall to my knees and suck him off first thing in the morning or something? He certainly looks like he does.
“Let’s shower together,” Carter says, his eyes staying so steady that I would’ve believed him if he said they were stuck like that.
I don’t know what to say to him. I know that I can say no, but I don’t especially want to. It’s that curiosity again, or is it just arousal? I’ll never know, but I secretly want Carter to keep doing this. He knows how to take things further than we initially intended them to go, and it’s a skill that’s going to get me into some very sticky situations if I don’t resist it.
But do I want it to go on like this, or am I still too innocent and unprepared to let Carter into my life in such a sexual way? If I choose to go that route, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back. It would change the terms of our marriage forever.
“Let’s go,” Carter says, holding out his hand for me to take.
I hesitate, looking into his eyes, searching for something in them to convince me that this is okay. All I can see is the wicked intent behind his gaze. I step back, but he steps forward in response. “Just a quick shower, I promise,” he says.
I don’t trust his promise.
I look down at his erection again, unable to keep my eyes away from it. It’s standing up at an angle, like a dagger waiting for an innocent woman like me to fall onto and be pierced by his masculine splendor.
When I look up again, Carter’s hand hasn’t moved. He’s still holding it out, waiting for me to accept as though it were inevitable that I gave in. Maybe it was inevitable because I reach out and place my hand in his, letting him lead me from the bedroom and into the bathroom.
“I hope you slept better the second half of the night,” Carter says, closing the bathroom door once we’re inside.
“Yeah,” I say quietly, feeling awfully small in his presence.
Carter notices this and gives me a bit of space, moving over to the stand-up tiled shower. It has a sliding glass door that does nothing to hide the occupant during their shower. “I’m really just trying to break the ice here, Honey. You shouldn’t look so scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” he says as he slides open the shower door.
“I know,” I say, attempting to appear more confident. I straighten my back, letting my breasts poke out, on display for him, but he doesn’t look. He’s too busy with the shower.
I look down at my toes. They’re painted light pink from the wedding, but they’ve already begun to chip. I’ve never had much luck with nail polish, even the more expensive brands. It feels like I have to reapply it every day just for it to look decent, and that’s far too much work for me. I’d consider myself low maintenance, but I’m sure Carter would laugh at that. He probably bathes with a single bar of white soap and nothing else.
“How do you like the water?” Carter asks as he turns the shower knob.
My neck pops as I suddenly jerk my head to look up at him. My joints always pop in the morning. Maybe I don’t sleep right. “Oh,” I say. “Pretty hot.”
“How hot is pretty hot?” he asks.
“Very.”
He chuckles. “Why don’t you come over here and adjust the temperature for me then?”
I squint at him, once more having a moment of hesitation before I take action. It’s shorter this time, though, and I step forward without attempting to hide my nudity from him. There’s nothing inherently sexual about simple nudity, right?
Carter steps away from the shower knob, but only enough for me to squeeze past and place my hand on the knob. His cock is still standing tall and proud, mere centimeters away from my hip as I adjust the temperature. He knows what he’s doing, and I know what I’m doing by allowing him to behave this way. Dare I admit that I enjoy it?
I place my hand under the thin strings of water that shoot from the showerhead, feeling them grow hotter as I turn the knob. I may have baked half to death in the desert, but I still like my showers scorching. For me, it’s the best way to relax.
“There,” I say, standing up straight and looking toward Carter. “See if that’s alright for you.”
“I’m sure it will be,” he says, accepting the subtle challenge.
I watch him as he steps past me into the shower, the steaming water beating against his broad chest. His expression doesn’t change, even as his chest turns pink from the heat. Alright, I guess I’m actually going to have to take a shower with him. I can do that.
I place one foot into the shower in front of him, sliding in
