“I’ll shower by myself thank you very much.I don’t usually bathe with people.”
A cocky smile spreads across my face.She has no idea whatsoever how sexy she is when she smart mouths me.
I walk over to her and her back goes straight.
“You mistake what I mean. I wasn’t talking about bathing.I was talking about fucking.” My smile widens at the elegant flush that races down her neck which turns me on even more.“I want you in the shower pressed up against the wall, me inside you giving a hard fuck.”
I reach for her but she steps back.“Don’t you have a strip club or shit like that you can busy yourself with?”
I laugh at the question. “No.”
“What happened to it? Did you get bored?” She raises her brows and tries to give me that ballsy attitude again when she pouts.All I can think of though is her sucking my dick.
She drops the act when I move closer, stepping right into her personal space.I give her a wicked smile when I reach for her and trace my finger down to the curve of her breasts, caressing her pleading nipple pressing against the fabric of her top.The staggered rise and fall of her chest fascinate me, as does the scent of her sweet arousal blended with fear.
“I sold it,” I inform her and she looks surprised to hear that.Massimo gave me that club after he got married.I sold it because of her. I catch her face and take in the fight in her eyes.She’s trying so hard to stand her ground and failing.“I think it’s time to play with you again.”
Her brows knit together. “I don’t want to play."
"Stop lying."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are, Angel."
"Why can’t you find one of the bar whores who used to chase after you?There never seemed to be any shortage of them, and –"
I stop her next words with a kiss.Her soft lips on mine makes me want to devour her whole.What is sweeter is the moment she gives into me.The moment she thinks she can fight me off and stand her ground then I touch her and she remembers this isn’t only about me.
We kiss and I taste her delicious mouth.I start massaging her breasts when I taste desire on her tongue and smell it stronger in her arousal.I already know she’s wet for me.
Pulling away from her lips I stare her down.“I want you. I don’t want anybody else.I want you.”
That shuts her down and I note the change in her mood.
She doesn’t fight when I pick her up, she allows me to carry her straight into the shower where I set her down fully clothed.
When she presses her hands against the granite walls and rivets her gaze to me I slip her top down her shoulders.To my satisfaction, she’s not wearing a bra.I work her clothes down her body until I have her naked before me, then she watches keenly as I take off my clothes and toss everything on to the bathroom floor.
She looks me over, trying to hide her coyness but at the same time satisfying her curiosity.I smile at the conflict especially when her gaze drops to my perfectly erect cock.
I turn on the shower and set the water on a light warm spray.Now it’s my turn to admire her as the water cascades down her body.That was what I wanted to see.The water streaming down her honey blonde hair, then running down her breasts, hardening up the peaks of her nipples even more than they are.
I stare at her breasts, the sight will always turn me on but right now I divert my attention to her scar.The scar that will always remind me of what nearly took her from me.
The scar that reminds me I'm my own worst enemy, and hers.I did that to her.
The slightly raised skin has faded now, a sign of how long I’ve been away.
She’s right. I shouldn’t have left.I should have been here to see that scar at its worst, not here at the finished line looking at the healed version of the hell she must have gone through.The other night when I first saw it, I felt ashamed.
When I press my fingers to the scar again Candace realizes that’s what I’m looking at and there’s a shift in the air between us.
Shame fills me again along with grief and I bend down to nuzzle my face in the deep valley between her cleavage, pressing my lips to the scar.I linger there for a noticeable time wishing it never existed.Wishing I could take back the night.It’s only when I feel her hand stroking over my head that I look up at her.
Something that feels like hope fills me when her eyes sparkle and she looks like the same girl from two years ago.The one who loved me. It makes me wonder if I could ever have her back the way she was.
I continue to look at her and recognize the sweet angel who’d always watched me, never knowing I was watching her too.