“I’m not saying forever,” she’d whispered while her fingers caressed his jaw. “I miss having you close too, but I won’t risk your health, Cade, not for anything.”
He’d given in. How could he not? She’d looked so vulnerable gazing up at him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. But he still yearned for the day she’d let him back into her bed.
Taking in the small wisps of hair that had escaped her bun to brush against her neck and the intent frown on her face as she stared at the screen, clearly intent on her work, his smile broadened. He loved her tenacity, perseverance and strength—her desire to live on a farm to fulfill a dream when she hadn’t known the first thing about farming or ranching was an indicator of all three, not to mention how she’d bounced back after being attacked. He knew that event still bothered her at times. The supposed incident outside last week that she’d described as a vivid dream was proof of that—especially if it had never happened, which she’d almost convinced him was the case. Still, he couldn’t deny his strong need to keep her safe. The fight in town, his concussion, and his healing were unimportant. To him, Addie was everything.
Quietly, he turned down the hall, heading to his room. He tossed his hat on the bedside table and pulled off his boots, then grabbed a clean pair of sweats he’d bought in town a few weeks back, and headed for the bathroom across the hall. A hot shower would ease the sore muscles in his neck and maybe relieve the slight throb in his head, too.
He turned on the taps to let the water heat up, then stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the steaming tub. The warm water felt wonderful as he braced his hands against the wall and dropped his head under the gentle stream. It sluiced down his body, washing the dust and sweat from his skin. The heat and rhythm of the water lulled him and tiredness washed over him. Eyes closed, he stayed that way for some time, breathing slowly and allowing himself to fall into a fantasy that Addie had joined him. Imagining her soft hands working soap into suds that she ran up and down his spine, sweeping wide circles over his back and shoulders, working her way downward. He was so lost in the daydream that when a gentle pressure slid over his ribs and another pressed against his back he hadn’t, at first, thought anything of it. But then reality rushed in and he snapped his head up, right into the shower’s spray. He spluttered as he turned around, wiping the water from his eyes.
When he could finally see again, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Addie stood not more than an arm’s breadth from him, soap bubbles dripping from her hands and an uncertain smile on her face.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” she said, moving as if to exit the tub.
He reached for her hand. “No, wait. Don’t go.”
She turned back to him with a warm smile. “Okay.”
He couldn’t help but look her over. It seemed like years since he’d last seen her naked, and the gorgeous sight nearly dropped him to his knees.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, trapped in her spell.
She rewarded him with a brilliant smile that dimpled her cheeks and flashed her straight, white teeth. “You don’t mind?”
He laughed. “Of course not.”
She reached out to slide her finger down his chest and belly. “So, it’s okay if I touch you?”
He didn’t know what game she was playing, but he liked where it was going for sure. “Absolutely.”
When her small hand wrapped around his manhood, he closed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath. Her touch sent bolts of heat and awareness through his whole body, coming to rest in his balls. The ache was exquisite.
When his lids lifted, he found her staring up at him, a mischievous curve to her mouth.
“Were you thinking about me?” she asked as her soapy hand slid along his already hardened shaft.
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
The corners of her mouth tugged upward as her second hand cupped his tight, achy balls, kneading them as she stroked him. “No, I wouldn’t.”
He reached out to touch her in return, but she pushed his hand back to his side and shook her head.
He frowned. “What…?”
“I want to take care of you,” she said, her hands still rubbing and washing his body. “Let me do this for you. I’ve been fantasizing about it for days.”
He chuckled. “All right, but only if you let me touch you after.”
“Touch me where?”
“Everywhere.”
She smiled. “We’ll see about that.”
His frustrated growl made her giggle, but he made no move to touch her. If she wanted it this way, he’d take it for as long as she was willing.
She soaped him up from head to toe, making him sit and rest against her spread thighs while she sat on the edge of the tub and worked shampoo into his hair. She massaged his neck and shoulders, his scalp and temples, easing the pain that had been there only a few minutes before. Then she told him to stand and rinse.
He’d nearly finished following her directive when he felt her body slide between his legs and then she took him in her hands again. Intense heat engulfed the head of his cock, so hot and inviting he groaned. Locking his trembling knees and bracing his hands against the wall once again, he sheltered her from the falling water. When he opened his eyes, the sight of her pretty pink lips wrapped around him almost put him over the edge. Her eyes were soft and loving as she stared up at him, bobbing her head.
“God, Addie,” he muttered, “that feels…so good…”
She took him deep into her throat and hummed. The vibration drove his pleasure to the next level
