The Pairing (The Proposition #3)(54)

A slow grin spread across his cheeks. “You seem to say that a lot around me after orgasms.”

She laughed. “It’s because you render me absolutely speechless with your talents.”

“Thank you. I could say the same about you.” His gaze left her face and trailed down her na**d back. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Rolling her shoulder blades, she said, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel marked or something.”

He smiled shyly at her. “I like the idea of marking you—making you mine.”

He wanted her to be his. She didn’t know quite what to think about that statement. Did she want to be his? She certainly couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else. Besides the amazing physical chemistry they shared, she was starting to feel such a deep connection to him.

Staring over at him, she couldn’t help wondering what was going on in his mind. “We’ve really done it now, haven’t we?”

“Yes, I do believe that was the universal “it” that we just did,” he teased.

She smacked his arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“No matter what, this changes everything.”

“For the better, I hope.”

“I suppose.” The truth was she’d never really had casual sex before. There was one time her freshman year that she hooked up with a guy at work. It was the first and only time she’d ever done anything so crazy. In that instance, the sex had been over before she’d known it and without her coming even once. After that fiasco, she had never wanted a repeat performance with him or any other random guy, until she’d found herself in a sex slump after Mason’s birth. But with Pesh, the sex had been…she shivered as the remaining echoes washed over her. Before sleeping with Pesh, she could count the number of past sexual partners on one hand, as well as the times she had had even remotely good sex. For Megan, her experience with Pesh was seriously earth shattering and life altering. She couldn’t imagine just walking away now.

Pesh sat up and edged to the side of the bed. He held out his hand to her. “Come on. Let’s shower.”

“If you insist.”

She slid over to him before throwing a leg over the side of the mattress. Although she should have felt a little bashful being na**d in front of him, she felt surprisingly comfortable.

When she got into the bathroom, she raised her brows in surprise. “A clawfoot tub?” she questioned.

Pesh laughed. “All the old charm but modern conveniences.” He pointed to the detachable shower head.

“Nice.”

He turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Once he decided it was warm enough, he took her by the hand and helped her inside. She turned her back to the spray, letting the water clean her up. Pesh didn’t seem to think that was enough because after he soaped up his hands, he began to wash off her back and ass. As his magic hands massaged in slow strokes, she couldn’t resist asking the question that was plaguing her. “Did I feel different?”

His hands stilled on her lower back. “What do you mean?”

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she replied, “That was the first time I’ve had sex since I gave birth to Mason. I just wondered if I felt different. You know, inside.”

His face came to nuzzle her neck. “You felt amazing.”

“Not any different?”

“Did you hear me complaining?”

“No, but I just worried.”

“You have nothing to worry about, my love.” His hand skimmed over her ribcage to cup her breast. As her nipple hardened beneath his fingers, she sucked in a pleased breath. “I want nothing more than to be back inside you as soon as I can.”

“Then why don’t you?” she challenged.

“Fine then. Put your hands on the tile,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she teased before placing her palms on the cool, wet tile.

Pesh slid the gleaming silver shower head between her legs, causing her to gasp at the contact. Then he flicked his wrist to the side, sending the jets of water pounding into her clit. She moaned and threw her head back against his drenched chest. Slowly he started moving the shower head to where it would rub against her. Each time she moved back, the water hit her in just the right spot. She arched her h*ps as the pressure began to build. Pesh slid his free hand up over her ribcage to cup her breast. He kneaded the flesh, pinching the ni**les that were already hardened. She pinched her eyes shut from the sensory overload. Just as she would feel herself about to come, he would shift his wrist so the vibrations hit her in another area, building her again.

“Please, Pesh,” she moaned.

“What, baby?”

“Please make me come.”

“Have you had enough pleasure yet, or should we continue on?” he asked, moving the shower head away from her.

She groaned at the loss. Rubbing her ass against his hardened erection, she begged, “You let me come, and then I’ll make sure you do as well.”

With his knee, he nudged her legs even further apart. When he once again brought the shower head between her legs, it reached even more sensitive areas. It took only a few seconds of the water coupled with his rubbing and her grinding to cause her to scream with the pulsing convulsions. She smacked her hands against the walls as wave after wave pulsed through her. When she finally stopped shuddering, she slowly slid around to smile up at Pesh. “Wow?” he said, with a smile.