“I…I think I’m falling for you,” I said it quietly, unsure of his reaction.
Through the dimness of the room, I could barely see his eyes. He pressed his forehead to mine, giving up all resistance. “I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but it’s bigger than anything I know how to handle,” he responded softly.
“KP?”
“Yes.”
My heart picked up speed, pounding in my chest. “I want to make love with you, but I’m really scared.”
“I’m scared too. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by hurting me. Did he mean, break my heart or break my body?
“How do you think you’ll hurt me?”
I felt more than heard him sigh. “When we first met, all I wanted was your body, but now…” He shook his head. “I want more, but I’m afraid what more means to me won’t be enough to make you happy. I don’t really even know what love, like the kind you want, is. I’m willing to try.”
“That’s all either of us can do. I’ll try too. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll go back to being friends?”
Yeah, right. Like that ever worked out.
He pulled me harder against him, and I felt his cock pulse. In spite of the grief… or maybe because of it… I wanted him.
“On to the next awkward question. I want to make love to you, but I’m worried that you’re too vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I pressed against him and he moaned. “I want you.”
He stroked my back. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
I’d never been asked that question before. “Well, as long as you don’t go all porno on me, like butts and feet and stuff, I’ll be okay.”
He chuckled, his strokes growing longer, nearly reaching my ass. “One more question.”
“Hit me with it.” I was grasping at playfulness, but I was so nervous. Still so raw.
“Are you on any type of birth control?” He sounded kind and gentle when he asked.
Drat, I didn’t have anything in the house at all. “No.”
“I’ll get some protection out of my bag. I want you to understand that I didn’t bring it because I was planning on this happening, I always have it with me. In case I… shit.” He sighed and rolled toward the edge of the bed, and it was my turn to stroke his back.
“I already know you were a super ho-bag. It’s good to know you were smart about it.”
He kissed my nose. “Always.”
As he got up, I started thinking about what a mess I was. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”
God, the whole seduction thing wasn’t very… seductive. I might as well break down and cry some more when he sticks it in me.
He turned on the lamp by the bed and I blinked against the glare. “Is that what you want?”
I pushed the hair out of my face, giving myself a quick pit sniff. Ugh. “Yes. Will you join me?”
I couldn’t believe I just said that, then was immediately glad when he grinned. “I’d love to.”
When he stepped out, I put one foot in front of the other and went into the bathroom. This wasn’t real. None of it.
And it should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. It was like Gran had chosen this night to pass away so that I’d have KP to comfort me.
I turned on the water and nearly panicked when the door opened behind me. “Still want company?” he asked as he stepped into the small room.
I was scared. Terrified. Excited. Desperate.
“Yes.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and I gulped as his chiseled chest was revealed. The pants were next, and my stomach clenched as his cock popped out from them.
Holy. Shit.
A smile played on my lips. “I think you’re in the wrong profession.”
He followed my eyes south and laughed. “I thought about porn for a minute but knew the police would still be looking for my body when my parents found out.”
It felt like a dream as he stepped into the shower with me. Here we were smiling, and it felt so natural. So right.
Things changed as the shower curtain closed, and we were secluded into the small space.
“Hi,” he said and pushed my wet hair back from my face.
One of the pieces of my shattered heart reconnected. “Hi.”
Then he kissed me, and the world righted itself.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured against my lips. “How beautiful you are? So sweet?”
“I feel that way with you.”
He smiled and reached for my favorite bar of soap, trying to take it from his hands.
“Can I do that?” I asked.
His eyes fell to my breasts. “I’d rather do it for you,” he said sweetly.
I reached out a hand and touched his chest, his stomach. “I think I’ll feel better if I start.”
He handed the soap to me. “You have all the power tonight.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that. Turn around.”
He did, and I touched the random freckles on his otherwise smooth skin. They surprised and endeared him to me. For being such a devastatingly handsome man, he had some flaws.
I loved the feel of him though, so rugged and perfect as I washed his shoulders, then down his spine, to his ass. I stopped there. I felt a hardened kind of fear stab at me, and I struggled against it.
He turned to me and took my chin in his hand as the water pelted our bodies. “You okay?”
I nodded, and he dipped his head down to kiss me. Tenderly at first, just little pecks across my skin. I clenched the soap as he sent rocketing bolts of sensation through my body. From just kisses. All he was doing was delivering tiny pecks all over my skin.
His hand found the soap in mine. “May I?”
At my nod, his hands were on my body, massaging the sweet-smelling soap into my skin. He spent a long time on my neck and shoulders, kneading the tight muscles there. I had been holding myself in a vice of pain, sadness, and fear for so long I didn’t even know that my neck and shoulders had turned to stone. His strong arms worked the pain out of my muscles, and I felt myself start to relax.
“Ah, baby, you’re a statue, so tense,” he said as he delivered kisses to the nape of my neck and top of my shoulder blades.
He ran his stubbled chin over my tender flesh, and I felt a rush of wetness course into my sex. Wow, it had been such a long time, I responded to his touch immediately. He lathered my chest and breast, my nipples tightening even further at the attention.
I moaned, and he chuckled. “So sensitive, my little Prince Slayer. Who knew?”
“I’m a mess. I think you just like melting me.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m a mess too, I’m just better at hiding it than you are.”
“Can I breathe yet?” I gasped.
He was making me insane with his swirling hands and his lilting attentions to my sex starved body.
“I strongly recommend it.” He kissed my earlobe and behind my ear.
I moaned, feeling the water turning cold, but I didn’t want to move.
“How about we get out before we turn to ice?” he suggested.
My teeth were chattering. “Y-y-yes.”
He turned off the water, then stepped out to grab the towels. I was shaking as he dried me off, wrapping another towel around my head.