Page 73 of More Than Friends

I let out a low chuckle as I step in behind her. I pull the shower door closed, trapping the heat in the shower with us as steam billows around our bodies. “For being you,” I answer, immediately grabbing her by the hips and guiding her under the spray so the water from the showerhead cascades over her shoulders.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re perfect.”

She smiles as she looks up at me with wet eyelashes, and it occurs to me that I don’t know if I’ll ever feel about someone the way that I feel about her. No one’s ever had a hold of my heart just by smiling at me, yet here she is, giving me a beautiful upturn of her lips that feels as if she’s got her fingers wrapped around my most vital organ.

“Does that line work with everyone else?” she asks, a teasing tone to her voice.

I smirk as I lift my shoulders in a casual shrug. “Couldn’t tell you. I’ve never used it before.”

Her smile falters for a moment as she stares at me, complete surprise written all over her face. I truly don’t think she realizes that I forget other women even exist when I’m in her presence. No one else matters when she’s around.

“Now you’re the one killingme,” she points out, her gaze darting to my erection for a moment before looking back at me again.

“Good.” I grab one of her soap bottles and squeeze the liquid into my hand. Once I have enough, I set the bottle down before rubbing my hands together to get them nice and sudsy. Notes of cherries and vanilla fill the shower as I begin to work the soap against her skin.

“I can wash myself.” Charlotte looks down at where my hands travel over her stomach, making sure I begin to cover every inch of her skin in the soap.

“I know.” I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want the excuse to keep my skin pressed to hers as I make sure her entire body is lathered. She doesn’t stop me either; instead, she keeps her eyes glued to every movement as I continue to cover her soft, tan skin in bubbles.

Every inch of her is perfect. I’ve seen her in bikinis too many times to count. It’s taunted me, imagining what she looks like underneath the scrappy pieces of fabric she’s paraded around me in. Seeing every inch of her is something I’ll never forget. I couldn’t if I tried.

I bring my hand over her full breasts, loving the way she gasps when my fingers travel over her hardened nipple.

“Jude,” she warns, her tone thick with lust.

“What?” I ask innocently, my thumb traveling over her nipple again. I can’t help it. She’s so damn reactive to every touch that I can’t resist teasing her a little. She’s tempted me for weeks, and she doesn’t even know it. It doesn’t hurt to get her back just a little.

“You said we’re taking a shower to get clean.”

I move my hand to her other breast, this time letting myself feel the full weight of it in my hand. She moans, and the sound makes my cock throb. She watches me carefully as I pinch hernipple between my thumb and pointer finger. It isn’t technically necessary to help get her clean, but that doesn’t matter. I do it anyway because I love to see her reaction to my touch. “We are taking a shower to get clean,” I finally respond, my voice thick with lust. “I’m just making sure every inch of you is clean.”

Charlotte playfully rolls her eyes before they flutter shut when I pinch her nipple again, this time harder. I want to test what she likes and doesn’t like, committing her reactions to memory so I know for later.

I continue to wash the top of her body, too distracted by watching my hands move against her skin to realize she got her own squirt of soap until her hand wraps around the base of my cock.

Air hisses through my teeth, and my vision gets blurry for a moment as I look down at her fingers wrapped around me. She squeezes a little tighter, attempting to get her fingertips to touch at the base but failing to make it work. I meet her gaze and find her wearing a satisfied smile.

“I’m just making sure every inch of you is clean,” she says innocently, throwing my own words back at me.

I can’t respond at first.

This is the first time she’s ever really touched me there, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t form words. The only thing I can focus on is the way it feels to finally have her hands on me.

She uses my silence to her advantage. Her hand pumps up and down my shaft, and if she hadn’t already ruined me, she’d be doing it right now. If I keep letting her move up and down the way she is right now, she’d be able to make me come again in no time. And if her hand feels this fucking good, I can’t imagine what her mouth or her pussy will do to me.

I’m a fucking goner for Charlotte. I knew it before she ever touched me, but now that she has, it just solidifies the truth.

I let her continue to stroke me up and down for a few more minutes before the pleasure is too much. I knock her hand away and quickly grab her waist and spin her around, pressing her back to my front so she can’t keep stroking me.

She lets out a yelp of surprise as I keep my arms locked around her, preventing her from teasing me the way that she was. I thought stopping her would help, but I don’t know if I fully thought through what I was doing. The new position has my cock pressed into her back in a way that forces me to close my eyes for a moment because of just how close I am to her ass cheeks. If I adjusted myself, I could trace the seam of her ass with the tip of my cock, something that’s incredibly tempting, given our current position.

“I wasn’t done cleaning you,” she says with easy defiance.

I can’t help but smirk, loving the sass in her tone. My answer is to splay my hand out over her stomach, using it to keep her pressed to me as I let my other hand wander over her hips. “I’m clean,” I say, leaning in before pressing a kiss to her neck. Her long hair falls in careless, wet waves down her back. It being pushed from her shoulders gives me free rein to kiss along the tender skin of her back. My fingertips brush over her inner thigh. “You, on the other hand, are still a very dirty girl. Let me help you with that.”

I press the back of my hand against her inner thigh, forcing her legs a little wider so I have better access to her. I run my fingertips over her clit, loving the way she arches against me at the small touch.