“Josh?”
He turned and his eyes went wide. “Love?”
“There’s no hot water.”
“Ah, shit,” he said. “You have to push it really hard.”
“I did that.”
“Okay. Trade spots with me then.”
I inched back and felt my cheeks burning as he entered the bathroom.
He shut the door and looked right at me.
I shivered inside the towel. I felt naked, which I was, underneath it. But my shoulders were exposed. My arms exposed. Some of my legs. My feet. The towel hugging against me in a way that didn’t make me feel good.
Josh stared for a few seconds and then walked to the shower. He reached in and gave the handle a twist and pushed. There was a metal pop sound.
“There,” he said. “It’s all old pipes. Sorry about that.”
A few seconds later steam started to rise up from the shower.
“Thank you,” I said. “Sorry to bother you while you were drawing.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
Josh moved toward the door and I moved toward the shower.
I waited to hear the door open and shut so I could take off the towel and get into the finally hot water.
Except I didn’t hear a sound.
As I started to turn my head, I felt Josh touch me.
His hands against my hips.
I looked down and saw his fingers over the towel, touching me.
A moment later, his body was against mine.
My hands started to shake. The steam in the bathroom seemed to be collecting even faster now.
He waited, just holding there.
I moved my right hand to his right hand.
I had two choices. Peel his hand away. Or move it where I wanted it.
My heart and mind battled in the loudest argument I’d ever heard.
But it was also the shortest too.
I shut my eyes and pulled his right hand up to the top of the towel.
I let his hand go and took a shuddering breath.
His fingertips touched the bare skin of the top of my chest. Without hesitation, he pulled, opening the towel. It fluttered a little then fell down to my feet.
I was now naked in front of Josh.
My entire body shivered, sending goosebumps crawling from head to toe. That was met with a rushing heat to a place you could guess.
My toes curled at the floor.
His right hand inched down and flirted with my breast. I looked down just in time to see his fingertips move over my nipple. I sighed and shivered again.
His hand then slid down my stomach and I watched with my mouth open as he left a trail of fingerprints to a destination that had been waiting for this way too long. The roughness of his fingertips was met by the soft, smoothness of my skin.
Josh made a surprising move as he slid his hand to the right and touched the front of my leg. I gasped and felt my hips thrust forward, unable to control what I craved from him.
His left hand then moved, going to the small of my back.
He gently pushed.
“Step into the shower, love,” he whispered.
“Josh…”
“Listen to me.”
I took the first step into the shower. I felt like I was going to fall. That my legs were made from rubber. I managed to get into the shower, the water hitting my left shoulder and side of my face.
Josh’s right hand disappeared, but before I could say a word, his left hand slid around my body with speed and purpose. When he dipped down between my legs, I jumped and cried out. My hand grabbed his shirt.
“Your shirt,” I said in a breathless voice.
“It’s fucking water, love,” he growled.
I bit my lip as two of his fingertips pressed against me. I looked down and saw his long sleeve getting soaked, clinging to his arm.
My legs started to shake as he entered me. Slow and thorough, curling at the right spot, gently sliding back out only to go right back in again. I reached forward and put a hand to the cool tiled wall. My knees started to bend as the pleasure was already threatening to mount.
In my mind I screamed to calm down but that was impossible.
This was Josh.
I couldn’t control myself now.
We had gone too far.
We had sprinted past the line and there was no going back.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I bit my lip.
His right hand crested over my ass and began to knead.
His left hand worked its magic, testing my depths, leaving me wondering how deep he could go with something else. I lowered my head and felt the back of my legs tighten, forcing my body to jerk forward. He eased his fingers out of me and curled up, spreading my petals open and pressing against my tender clit. With just one circular motion, I had to put my other hand out to keep from falling. I was literally melting in front of him, just because of his touch.
“Now, love,” he said in a low growl.
My knees parted a little more and I bent further as I felt my climax attack me from deep within. Like a boulder gently rocking at the top of a steep hill, inching forward that last bit and rolling faster by the second.
I threw my head back, my hair half wet, slapping behind me, slapping Josh and I let out a cry of relief. My voice bounced off the steam filled walls. It was a thick fog in the bathroom as I rocked back and forth, my left hand moving from the wall so I could grab Josh’s wrist. I held him where I needed him until I was finished.
Then I pushed him away.
That’s when his right hand swept around my belly and he pulled me back to him.
My wet body against his shirt.
He was getting soaked but he didn’t care.
I was shaking. My heart racing. My mind pissed at my heart. But my mind secretly wanting more.
“Shhh,” Josh whispered as he kissed my cheek. “Finish your shower, love. Then I want to take you somewhere. Show you something. Another piece of my story.”
Josh let me go and shut the shower door.
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