We’re
going straight to the shower, and when we’re clean, we’ll talk. Only then. I
promise I won’t hurt you, won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I swear
it. ”
The emphasis on the last three words made her believe it.
Even when he’d used her earlier he hadn’t hurt her. He could have forced her
head down on his cock, could have rammed inside her without testing her for readiness,
but he’d done neither. Something else had caused the behavior. Not just his
anger with her.
She went, and she let him take her into his suite and
straight through to the shower. She dropped his ruined T-shirt on the floor
and, all shyness gone in favor of getting clean, stripped out of her filthy
clothes.
Turning, she found he’d done exactly the same thing. It felt
so natural that it disturbed her. She’d never been relaxed about her nudity, so
this felt new and different and oddly special.
However she knew one thing—of all the times to try to
analyze a situation, this was most definitely not it. So she stepped under the
spray with a sigh of relief, feeling him come up behind her with nothing more
than worrying whether the spray would cover them both.
Of course it would. He had a suite, and even in a four-star
hotel, extra degrees of comfort existed. Her room had a rainwater head that
she’d decided to save up for once she got home. This thing had two of them,
plus a handheld spray. Water poured down on them both in abundance.
For a full five minutes they stood, barely touching, letting
the clean water do its work before she saw his hand come around her to grab a
tube of body shampoo. Then bubbles cascaded over her face and down the rest of
her skin.
Disdaining cloths and sponges, he washed her with his hands,
at first keeping to her shoulders, her back, her stomach and her legs from her
lower thighs downwards. Then he hesitated before slipping his hands loosely
around her waist but not bringing her any closer to him. His wet hair brushed
her neck when he leaned forward.
“Allie, I’m sorry.”
The heartfelt, simple apology moved her as few other things
would have. She turned in his arms so she could see his face. Water dripped
from his hair and lashes, poured down his cheeks like tears. His eyes showed
nothing but contrition.
“What are you apologizing for?”
He really had the most expressive eyes. They widened now as
his surprise showed. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I’m sorry for
hurting you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. You made sure you didn’t.” He had, and
while she hadn’t registered it at the time, she knew it for certain now. Then
she did one of the hardest things she’d ever done in her life. She preferred to
keep her thoughts private, her feelings to herself, but she owed him honesty.
No, she wanted to give him honesty, wanted to know more about herself and
perhaps about him too. “I liked it.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she gently laid her
fingers across it, suppressing a slight shudder when she felt the heat of their
attraction once more. “No, listen. I’m sorry too. I should have said something
about my job, but you devastated me. I didn’t know that kind of fantasy would
turn me on in real life but, Donovan, it did. I should have known.”
She swallowed, preparing to reveal her innermost secrets for
the very first time. “I imagined those kinds of scenarios when I—when I—” For
all her new-found resolve, she couldn’t say “masturbate” out loud. Her mother
had taught her that good girls didn’t do that kind of thing, much less voice it
aloud. She’d gotten over one part of that stricture and up to now, she’d
considered it the most important part. Now she wasn’t so sure.
His hands lay still on her body and they touched nowhere
intimate. A gentle smile creased his lips. “When you bring yourself off? Jesus,
even the thought of you doing that—” He glanced down. His cock stood at rampant
attention. He lifted his gaze back to her eyes and his
going straight to the shower, and when we’re clean, we’ll talk. Only then. I
promise I won’t hurt you, won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I swear
it. ”
The emphasis on the last three words made her believe it.
Even when he’d used her earlier he hadn’t hurt her. He could have forced her
head down on his cock, could have rammed inside her without testing her for readiness,
but he’d done neither. Something else had caused the behavior. Not just his
anger with her.
She went, and she let him take her into his suite and
straight through to the shower. She dropped his ruined T-shirt on the floor
and, all shyness gone in favor of getting clean, stripped out of her filthy
clothes.
Turning, she found he’d done exactly the same thing. It felt
so natural that it disturbed her. She’d never been relaxed about her nudity, so
this felt new and different and oddly special.
However she knew one thing—of all the times to try to
analyze a situation, this was most definitely not it. So she stepped under the
spray with a sigh of relief, feeling him come up behind her with nothing more
than worrying whether the spray would cover them both.
Of course it would. He had a suite, and even in a four-star
hotel, extra degrees of comfort existed. Her room had a rainwater head that
she’d decided to save up for once she got home. This thing had two of them,
plus a handheld spray. Water poured down on them both in abundance.
For a full five minutes they stood, barely touching, letting
the clean water do its work before she saw his hand come around her to grab a
tube of body shampoo. Then bubbles cascaded over her face and down the rest of
her skin.
Disdaining cloths and sponges, he washed her with his hands,
at first keeping to her shoulders, her back, her stomach and her legs from her
lower thighs downwards. Then he hesitated before slipping his hands loosely
around her waist but not bringing her any closer to him. His wet hair brushed
her neck when he leaned forward.
“Allie, I’m sorry.”
The heartfelt, simple apology moved her as few other things
would have. She turned in his arms so she could see his face. Water dripped
from his hair and lashes, poured down his cheeks like tears. His eyes showed
nothing but contrition.
“What are you apologizing for?”
He really had the most expressive eyes. They widened now as
his surprise showed. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I’m sorry for
hurting you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. You made sure you didn’t.” He had, and
while she hadn’t registered it at the time, she knew it for certain now. Then
she did one of the hardest things she’d ever done in her life. She preferred to
keep her thoughts private, her feelings to herself, but she owed him honesty.
No, she wanted to give him honesty, wanted to know more about herself and
perhaps about him too. “I liked it.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she gently laid her
fingers across it, suppressing a slight shudder when she felt the heat of their
attraction once more. “No, listen. I’m sorry too. I should have said something
about my job, but you devastated me. I didn’t know that kind of fantasy would
turn me on in real life but, Donovan, it did. I should have known.”
She swallowed, preparing to reveal her innermost secrets for
the very first time. “I imagined those kinds of scenarios when I—when I—” For
all her new-found resolve, she couldn’t say “masturbate” out loud. Her mother
had taught her that good girls didn’t do that kind of thing, much less voice it
aloud. She’d gotten over one part of that stricture and up to now, she’d
considered it the most important part. Now she wasn’t so sure.
His hands lay still on her body and they touched nowhere
intimate. A gentle smile creased his lips. “When you bring yourself off? Jesus,
even the thought of you doing that—” He glanced down. His cock stood at rampant
attention. He lifted his gaze back to her eyes and his
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