Shameless(69)

The sharp inhale of my breath tells us both that I’m more than a little surprised. His lips brush mine. “Come on. I have a better idea.”

He grabs my hand and leads me away from the bed before I can analyze the small cracks in my heart.





45





Brady





As Katherine lowers her body into the hot, sudsy water and presses her ass between my thighs, I’m thinking this is the best damn idea I’ve ever had. Better than me unearthing her past and making her feel vulnerable.

“Mmm,” she moans as the water rises around us. “I don’t know why I don’t take more baths.”

I kiss her neck and she drops her head back to my shoulder. “I think I was eight the last time I took one, but now it’s my new favorite thing.”

The steam rises around us, and I wrap my arms around Kat, enjoying how well her wet body fits against mine.

“Better?” I ask as my lips skim her temple.

“Mmm.”

“Hand me your shampoo.” I motion toward the bottle, and she looks at me over her shoulder.

“You’re gonna wash my hair?”

“Yeah. Turn back around.”

She stares at me, eyes wide. I lean down and run my nose against hers. “Hurry up. The sooner I’m done washing your hair, the sooner I can wash the rest of your naked parts.”

She makes a noise of approval in the back of her throat before leaning forward so I can do my thing. I’m sure she’s fully aware her hair is the last thing on my radar right now as my dick is firmly pressed against her back.

I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before, and I’m surprised by how much I enjoy doing this. I like taking care of Katherine, I’m finding. More than you should.

Little moans escape her as I massage her scalp. She’s leaning against her knee, bent forward so that her wet curls trail over her slender back.

At this angle, I can see her profile. The gentle curve of her neck. Her flushed cheeks. Those luscious pink lips.

It’s at this moment I realize how much she trusts me. How much she must want this, knowing full well that I’m leaving soon, and yet here she is.

She turns back to offer a sleepy smile, those hazel eyes more naked than the rest of her, and emotion overpowers me.

I want to offer her so much more than I can.

Does she know how much I want her, how my thoughts are becoming more and more consumed by her? Does she realize that I reach for her at night and dread the day when she’s no longer by my side?

All the more reasons for us to not discuss our exes.

When I’m done washing and conditioning her hair, she collapses with her back against my chest and stretches her arms up around my neck. I drizzle body wash over her and skate my hands over every inch of her as her breath quickens. Leaning down, I lick and suck her shoulder as I caress her body. She’s slick and sudsy, and so goddamn beautiful.

Her nipples are beaded tight, her skin a flushed pink from the hot water and steam. I massage and pinch her nipples between my fingers, thrusting slowly against her body, which is a beautiful torture.

When I bite her neck, she sighs, sounding both delighted and in pain. “I’ll make it better, baby,” I whisper into her ear before I suck on her lobe.

Reaching around her trim waist, I pull her higher until she’s nestled on top of my thighs, and she stretches out over me. I grab her hips and slide her ass over my aching cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

I lick her skin, loving the breathy moan that escapes her as I squeeze her breasts. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, the sloshing water the soundtrack to the slide of our bodies.

“Brady,” she groans. “Touch me.”

“Put your legs up.” I spread her thighs wide. “Brace your feet on the ledge of the tub.” She leans back against me, and I tuck my knees between her legs to keep her pinned open.

She’s panting above me as I trail my hands over the soft curves of her hips and the slope of her thighs. She’s tortured, moaning because I haven’t eased her pain, but perhaps that’s only fair play as every part of me is throbbing too.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers as I tease her slick opening with a gentle touch.

Her head leans back, arching against my shoulder. I breathe into her skin and whisper things I’ve only ever said to this woman.

“Do you know how much I want you?” I slowly sink a finger into her wet heat. “Why can’t I get enough of you? Why do you feel so f*cking good?”

Her hips roll, sliding the crease of her ass against my erection.

I grip her hair with my other hand and turn her to face me. She gasps but immediately fuses her mouth to mine as she writhes above me. I pump my finger in and out of her, circling her tight clit with my thumb, wishing I could f*ck her bare.

Suddenly, a bath seems idiotic because I know condoms aren’t really effective in a hot bath, and even though she’s on the pill, we agreed to use both. So I resign myself to letting this be about her, to making her feel good.

But then she pulls her legs down and slides my dick between her thighs, squeezing me as she rolls her hips.

Jesus Christ.

She arches and twists toward me, and I swear, for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this sight. Her hungry hazel eyes. That pouty mouth. Her glistening skin.