Addison (The Mitchell/Healy Family #6)(30)
My cheeks were burning, as was the rest of my body. I knew he could tell, though he didn’t call me out on it. He was so blunt about things. I couldn’t begin to come up with rational reasons to talk myself out of what he was suggesting. At times like this we weren’t two addicts sneaking around to be together. We were simply two people starting something new. I wanted to explore what it felt like to lose myself completely with him. I could already feel his touch on me, even though he was only holding my hands. He’d seen my chest. How bad would it be if I let him see everything else? Wasn’t it only skin?
I backed us both up toward the bathroom, saying nothing as I did it. Cole leaned forward kissing me with urgency for what was to follow. I’d never showered with anyone before. Out of all my sexual endeavors I’d never done something so ordinary with someone I was attracted to. I knew very well where this kind of act could lead. “I’m agreeing to a shower, Cole,” I explained while turning on the water.
He nodded and brushed his lips over mine. “I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
His hands left mine and went behind his back. I stepped away from him and lifted my shirt over my head. He’d already seen my breasts, so I didn’t feel shy when I unclasped my bra and tossed it on the floor. My arms fell down to my sides, watching as he took me in. I kept having to swallow the nervous knots as they formed in my throat. “You’re making me feel like I’m being judged.”
His arm lifted and I felt his pinky finger tracing the skin between my breasts. “You’re f*cking perfect.” His words, certain, practiced, echoed off my skin as his lips coursed over my neck. “I could get lost in you.”
I closed my eyes as I felt him unfastening my shorts, taking them and my panties down at the same time. He kneeled as he did it, ending up face to face with my most private of areas. I tried to put my hands there to cover myself, but he moved them, whispering something under his breath so I couldn’t hear.
I was gasping for air, exposed fully to this man like I was on display. His hands held my hips while I watched his face narrowing in on my prize. Nervous didn’t begin to explain how vulnerable I felt. Slow and steady, his lips kissed the base of my *. He kept them there for a second, leaving me breathless.
Cole stared up at me as he stood. His focus was obvious. “I’ll only go as far as you let me.”
“I know.” And I did know. I trusted him, completely. More than I should. “That’s what I’m afraid of. What if I can’t stop.”
He unbuttoned his shorts, shoving them down until he was just as naked as me. Then he backed us into the shower. Once inside, he ran his hands over my wet hair. “Close your eyes, precious.”
I did as he requested, closing my eyes while trembling. Lathered hands started on my hair, scrubbing out the chlorine from the pool. He moved me in direct contact with the beads of water, making sure it was rinsed thoroughly. I could feel the smoothness of the conditioner being rubbed in, and then quickly rinsed out. It was quiet for a second. The sounds of him moving things around was apparent. His hands began rubbing my shoulders. They were slippery, full of aromatic soap. Cole was gentle, working his way over my skin as if I were fragile. He was gentle, careful even, on occasion kissing me where he’d just washed.
When he reached my breasts I gasped. I was too consumed to open my eyes, not that I’d be able to see anything. He was still behind me, working his magic hands over every part of me. He turned me around once he finished my back side, running a hot cloth between the crack of my ass. I knew if I opened my eyes I’d see him taking me in, and I wasn’t prepared to handle it, even though I knew it was taking place. Exactly like the back, he took his time washing my skin, narrowing in on the final area he’d yet to explore. I could feel the rag as his lips brushed over mine, tracing the skin of my *. He rubbed it harder, causing my knees to become feeble and wobbly. A tiny cry escaped my lips when I realized the rag had dropped and his hand was now doing all the work. His kisses were slow paced, like he had plenty of time left to spend. I finally opened my eyes when he was left holding me close to him. “You’re all finished,” he announced with a ornery grin.
I smiled back and gave him room to clean himself. Cole acted as if he were alone, washing quickly with no regard for me being so close and watching. He turned around and gave me the bar of soap, not even having to say what he wanted. I lathered my hands together and began at his shoulders, massaging the bubbles into his skin. Every muscle was flexed, hard and defined. He was scrumptious enough to imagine licking. I traced the shape with my fingers as I worked lower, finally getting to his tight little ass. I used both hands to lather the cheeks and then turned him so he’d be able to rinse off.
He kissed me once again, this time teasing me with his exposed tongue. When he pulled away he backed himself out, only to reach in and offer me a towel. I turned off the water and met him outside, feeling it being wrapped around my wet body.
Cole took my hand and led me back in the bedroom. He pulled the covers down and motioned for me to climb in. I was fully aware we were both naked, but I wasn’t concerned about what would happen. At this point I was barely able to keep from begging him for more.
Cole climbed in on the opposite side and pulled me into his arms. With little effort I was on my side facing him. He kissed my forehead and held me against his chest. There was a bowl of ice cream on the bedside table melting away, but I didn’t dare mention it. This felt too right to ruin. This side of Cole was making me wonder how on earth I’d ever be able to keep myself from falling for him. It was obvious how interested I already was, but he was so careful, understanding, and above all someone I could relate to.