"Mmm-hmm," she said. "I'm not the same as I used to be..." Her voice trailed off, and I couldn't see the expression on her face.
"Neither of us are, Junebug." We'd both changed, more than just physically. And there she was, concerned about what I thought about her thighs when I was the one with the scars all over my chest.
I reached up, pushing her hands above her head, guiding her palms to the side of the shower, flat against the surface, her back toward me. I trailed my hand down the middle of her back, lingering at the top of the curve of her ass. "On the other hand, I don't know. Maybe I need to examine those thighs before I make a determination about what I think."
"Don't be too harsh," June said. But her voice was light, joking.
"Don't tempt me," I said. "I seem to remember you liking it harsh."
“That was years ago, Cade.” But I knew she remembered the same things I remembered.
“Does that matter?” I asked. Still behind her, I knelt down in the shower at her feet, my hands at her ankles. The water ran down her back, dripping onto my face, and I blinked it out of my eyes, not caring. After all, I was between the legs of a beautiful girl. Or, I was about to be, anyway.
I ran my hand up over her calf, tight and muscled from running. Then I traced it up the outside of her thigh, the part she had been so self-critical of. I gripped her thigh with both hands, feeling the muscle twitch beneath my palms. Finally, I kissed the back of her leg.
She jumped, squirmed at my touch, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. "And?" She asked. "What's your verdict?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "I think that I might need to get a closer view." I kissed the inside of her thigh, right beside her knee, then further up. Pushing her leg to the side, I angled my head underneath her, leaving a trail of kisses up the inside part of her flesh, right to the fold at the top of her leg.
“So?” June’s voice was breathy. “What’s your assessment?”
“Mmm,” I said. I breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. “I’m going to say there’s nothing wrong with your legs at all.”
“No?” she asked, her voice raspy. I recognized the tone of her voice, remembered it from years ago, and it awakened something within me. From underneath her, the water from the shower beating down on my head and my back, I tried to reach her * with my mouth, but couldn’t from where I knelt. I heard her moan in frustration, waiting for me to make a move.
“Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “I’ll get there.” I teased her with my finger, slipping it inside her folds, and she let out a barely audible moan. I stroked her a few times, moving my fingers deeper and deeper.
“Cade,” she whispered.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I brought them to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. And thought my cock was going to explode at the taste of her. “Shit, June, you taste good."
“Hurry,” she said. But I wouldn’t have been able to wait if I tried. I was rock hard, ready for her. Rising up, I kissed down the length of her neck, to her shoulder, slid my hands around her, and cupped her breasts. My fingers brushed over her nipple, and I felt her melt against me, pushing her ass further back into me. "Please, Cade."
I slid my cock between her legs, pressed my hardness against her willing *. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” She pushed farther against me, against my cock, and I felt the tip begin to slide inside, bare against her skin.
“Wait," I said. "Condom."
“Shit,” June said, tensing up.
“Don’t move.” I said, my voice harsher than I intended it to be. “I’ll be right back.” I jumped out of the shower, cupping my balls as I ran across the hardwood floors, the water dripping in pools, a path of wet footprints behind me. I grabbed a condom from the top of the nightstand and threw a glance at Bailey, lying in the corner. “Don’t look at me like that, girl.”
I jumped back inside the shower. “Shit, it’s cold outside of here,” I said.
June was giggling. “At least you didn’t break your neck sliding across the floor.”
“Shit, who cares about my fucking neck?” I asked. “I could have broken my cock.”
“Yeah, we definitely wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto my length. “If I broke my cock, I wouldn’t be able to do this, and that would be a crying fucking shame.” Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pinned it against the granite of the shower wall.
“Hey now,” she protested.
“Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall, darlin’,” I whispered into her ear, my face close to hers. She moved in response, brushing her head against mine, and I ran my hand down the length of her arm, down the outer part of her naked breast.
“You have goose bumps,” I said.
“I can’t help it,” June said. “It’s because of what you’re doing to me…” Her voice trailed off.