My one hand goes around her waist and the other crawls up to her neck.
“Do you remember your first morning in St. Peppers?” I rasp in her ear.
“When you groped me?” she asks, her Bambi-brown eyes flashing dark.
“You made me crazy from day one. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would fucking break out of my chest.” I exhale the words.
“No one’s touch ever felt as good as yours that morning. I wanted to just stay in your arms, in your heat.” Clementine pushes herself more into me. Her eyes meet mine and my grasp on her waist tightens.
The music blasting in Mere’s room reminds me my daughter is not far away. I grab Clem’s hand and pull her into my bedroom. For the first time since we moved into this apartment, I’m thankful that Mere’s room is on the other side.
I push Clementine farther into the room, closing the door softly.
“Shower with me,” I say, already leading her to my bathroom.
I take off my jeans and T-shirt before stepping into the shower.
“I never imagined you going commando.” Her hands splay over my back as she joins me under the water.
I turn around, and her hand rests on my chest. “I usually don’t.”
“Thank God. If I know you’re all naked, hot and hard under the denim, I think I’ll lose my mind.” She giggles, clasping her fingers together at the back of my neck.
“Then maybe I should stop buying underwear.” I’m enjoying this free-spirited conversation too much.
She groans at my comment. “You’re killing me with all this charm, Keith Adams. Who knew behind that rough-and-tough, angry bod hid such a sweet talker?”
I place a kiss on top of her head when she hides her face in my chest. “I am sweet at many things.”
Turning off the shower, I grab the orange shower gel bottle, which I placed here on the day of her return, along with her other things. I drop a generous amount of peach-smelling liquid on my palm, and rub my hands, making enough lather.
I start from her neck and travel down, giving attention to every inch of soft skin. Her moans, her whispers of my name, her whimpers all encouraging me, and finally, I pull off the detachable shower head and turn the water on. Her eyes close as I wash her beautiful skin, until I direct the water jet between her legs.
Her wide eyes fix on me. When I press the showerhead too close to her skin, she leans into me, her back flush against my chest. I know she can feel my dick pulsing against her ass.
Clementine trembles and writhes, grabbing my forearms, her nails digging into my skin. “Holy fuck!”
Her head rests on my chest as she catches her breath.
“Let’s see how many more swear words you know, Miss Hawthorne.” I carry her out to the bedroom.
“I might blow your mind, Mr. Adams,” she rasps when I throw her on the bed.
“I’m so looking forward to being blown.”
37
CLEMENTINE
As with every day, my body alarm wakes me up at five. My heart swoons at the sight of Snowy perched on Keith’s lap, while my handsome man rests against the headboard.
I must have made a sound as Keith turns to me. “Good morning,” he says in his raspy morning voice and places a kiss on my forehead.
His gentle gesture makes my breath tremble. “You’re up early.”
“Every morning this gal wakes me up just before five, telling me it’s time to give her food and wait for you to get up.” He cocks his head toward Snowy.
My heart jumps. “Really?” I squeak.