Page 73 of Lick
“Okay.” David started stripping, dumping his leather jacket on the lounge chair, pulling off his T-shirt. The normal hoorah of my hormones was sorely missing in action. Drowned out by the nerves. I fled into the bathroom, needing a minute to pull myself together. I closed the door and switched on the lights. The room blazed to life, blinding me. Spots flickered before my eyes. I stabbed switches at random until finally it dimmed to a soft glow. Much better.
A giant white tub that looked like a bowl, gray stone walls, and clear glass partitions. Simply put, it was opulent. One day I’d probably become inured to all this, but I hoped not. Taking it for granted would be terrible.
A shower would soothe me. Sitting in the giant soup bowl would have been nice. But I didn’t totally trust myself to get into it without falling on my butt and breaking something. Not in the overtired, wound-up state I was in.
No, a long, hot shower would be perfect.
I stepped out of my flats and undid the zip on my jeans, getting undressed in record time. The shower could have fit me and ten close friends. Steaming hot water poured out from overhead and I stepped into it, grateful. It pounded down in the best way possible, making my muscles more pliable in minutes, relaxing me. I loved this shower. This shower and I needed to spend quality time together, often. Apart from David, and occasionally Mal, this shower was the best damn thing in the whole house.
David’s arms slipped around me from behind, drawing me back against him. I hadn’t even heard him come in.
“Hi.” I leaned back against him, lifting my arms to thread them around his neck. “I think I’m in love with your shower.”
“You’re cheating on me with the shower? Damn, Evelyn. That’s harsh.” He picked up a bar of soap and started washing me, rubbing it over my belly, my breasts, softly between my legs. Once the soapsuds had reached critical mass, he helped the warm water chase the bubbles away. His big hands slid over my skin, bringing it to life and returning my hormones to me tenfold. One strong arm wrapped around my waist. The fingers of his other hand, however, lingered atop my sex, stroking lightly.
“I know you’re worried about being here. But you don’t need to be. Everything’ll be fine.” His lips brushed against my ear as the magic he was working on me grew. I could feel myself turning liquid hot like the water. My thighs trembled. I widened my stance, giving him more room.
“I—I know.”
“It’s you and me against the world.”
I couldn’t have kept the smile off my face if I tried.
“My lovely wife. Let’s go this way.” With careful steps he turned us, so that his back was to the water. I braced my hands on the glass wall. The tip of his finger teased between the lips of my sex, coaxing me open. God, he was good at this. “Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
My insides fluttered with delight. “Whatever I did to deserve you, I need to do it much more often.”
He chuckled, his mouth fixing to the side of my neck and sucking, making me groan. I swear the room spun. Or that might have been my blood rushing about. For certain, my hips bucked of their own volition. But he didn’t let me go far. The hard length of him pressed against my butt and my lower back. My sex clenched unhappily, aching for more.
“David.”
“Hmm?”
I tried to turn, but his splayed hand against my middle stopped me. “Let me.”
“Let you what? What do you want, baby? Tell me and it’s yours.”
“I just want you.”
“You’ve got me. I’m all over you. Feel.” He pressed himself hard against me, holding me tight.
“But—”
“Now, let’s see what happens when I strum your clit.”
Feather-light strokes worked me higher and higher, all centered around that one magic spot. No great surprise he could play me to perfection. He’d already proved it several times over. And the way he rubbed himself against me drove me out of my mind. My body knew exactly what it wanted and it wasn’t his damn clever fingers. I wanted to feel that connection with him again.
“Wait,” I said, my voice high and needy.
“What, baby?”
“I want you inside of me.”
He eased a finger into me, massaging an area behind my clit that made me see stars. Still, it was wrong, wildly insufficient. Not a bit funny. It would be a tragedy to have to kill him, but he was really pushing it.
“David. Please.”
“No good?”
