Half Empty (First Wives, #2)(74)

He was kissing her before she felt the water wash over her hypersensitive skin.

Trina’s fingers had a feast as they followed the water over his shoulders and down his back. She didn’t stop there . . . the curve of his ass was an hourly temptation.

Wade dropped his mouth to the top of her breast, his lips hotter than the water soothing their skin. Just when she thought he’d pull her bra away, he turned her to face the wall. He found the shampoo and poured a generous amount in the palm of his hand before rubbing it into her hair. He massaged her scalp, which should have distracted her from all the pulsating girl parts of her excited body, but his touch only added to it.

With soap-filled hands, he trailed down her neck, her shoulders, and over the bra he had yet to remove. She steadied herself on the shower wall. When his touch fanned out over her stomach, everything clenched, and when he reached over the scrap of material covering her, her knees wobbled.

Wade kept her upright by holding her with one firm hand right between her legs, his fingers teasing. She tried to give him more room, but he didn’t linger. She whimpered when he returned to washing her body instead of making her cry out his name.

This was his tactic to win their challenge, and as much as she wanted to beg him to do more than pet her, she wanted to see how he would hold up when she turned him around in the warm, soapy water.

The strokes of his hands didn’t leave any part of her untouched. When he moved back up her body, she turned and slid her hands down her waist and removed her panties. “Missed a spot,” she teased. She lifted a leg on the shower step and washed the space he had missed. Then did the same to the underside of her breasts once she let her bra fall to the floor.

Wade placed both hands on the tile behind her, his breathing just as heavy as hers.

Trina didn’t try to kiss him or even touch him when she reached for the soap. She did, however, let her hardened nipples brush against his chest before she moved to take his spot in the shower space.

She knelt down and, with both hands, began his bath on one of his legs. She used long strokes, each time reaching higher, until her fingernails grazed his tightened balls. The picture she knew she was teasing him with made her want to look, but she continued, ignoring his erection, which was inches from her lips.

His hips pushed forward when she switched to his other leg.

One of his hands reached for the back of her head.

She smiled, knew he wasn’t going to let her stand without tasting him. But he was going to have to ask.

The globes of his butt felt good in her slick hands. She reached around his hips, moved her head to the other side of his cock, felt the tip brush her cheek.

His fingers tightened in her hair.

That was when she looked up, jaw slacked, the tip of her tongue dancing over her teeth.

“You win,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Not losing eye contact, she gave him what he wanted, first with her tongue, then her lips, and eventually felt him hit the back of her throat. His legs quivered when she took him deeper and closed her eyes. She wanted to take all of him, but she also needed to breathe. She stroked what she couldn’t take and looked up enough to know he was watching every move she made. She smiled around him, and then dove in for more.

“Stop, I’m going to—”

She didn’t stop. And apparently he didn’t have the will to pull her away. Her lips tingled with the taste of him. The siren in her stretched and purred with the power of her ability to make him lose control.

Her knees ached when she tried to stand.

Wade reached out a hand to help.

“You didn’t stop.” He wore a drunken smile.

“Oops.”

The water started to turn cold. Trina glanced at the showerhead. “So much for conservation.”

He shivered, grabbed the shampoo, and made quick work of finishing what she started.

Once out, Wade tossed a towel over her shoulders before grabbing one for himself.

With Superman speed, Wade dropped his damp towel and helped her with hers.

“I can manage,” she said, her grin teasing.

“I’m sure you can, but I can’t wait.”

He dried her off. Even managed to wring out her long hair before wrapping her in a dry towel. With both hands on her backside, he pushed her out of the bathroom and straight to the bed. He turned her around and playfully nudged her onto her back.

“Now, where were we?” he asked as he dropped to his knees. “Oh, yes . . .” He picked up the edge of the towel with his teeth, dropped it to one side. “There we were.”





Chapter Twenty-Six

“Good morning.”

Trina blinked, hardly believing what she was seeing.

“Wade?” she called behind her.

“Just a second, darlin’.”

“I see you weren’t expecting me.”

Trina looked at the two new additions in the room and then to Lori, who was huddled over her coffee cup.

“Hi, Daddy,” Trina finally addressed her father.

Wade’s footsteps stopped when he walked into the kitchen. His voice penetrated the back of the room. “Mom. What are you doing here?”

Vicki and Mauro sat at the kitchen counter, coffee cups close by. Neither of them looked like they knew how to smile.

Trina’s father didn’t start with any pleasantries. His gaze tracked Wade as he walked into the room and kissed his mother’s cheek.