Twenty-One
B
"C'mere." I beckon with a crooked finger once he starts the shower with all the fancy knobs and jets.
Edward approaches me with a shy smirk, and I reach for the hem of his shirt. He allows me to pull it over his head and reaches for mine. As soon as my bra is on the floor, he pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my neck. My nipples harden and the hair on his chest tickles, but there's nothing sexual about this embrace.
"I thought we were showering," I whisper against his skin, making him shiver.
"I just wanted to hold you for a second. Just because."
I smile and unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to his knees so he can step out of them. I let him help me out of my skirt and panties. When we're both naked, Edward grabs my hand and opens the glass door. Steam billows out, thick and humid.
"Ladies first."
I stop to pull my hair up in a bun first. "Your three-in-one would destroy my hair, and I'd rather not have to deal with a rat's nest in the morning."
Edward steals a kiss and promises to buy me some adequate shampoo and conditioner ASAP.
The water is hot but not scalding. It's coming from all angles, and it's so relaxing. It's even more relaxing when Edward lathers his hands and cleans me neck to toe, paying close attention to all the wrong areas, like my elbows and behind my knee caps.
He uses a detachable showerhead to rinse me off and reaches for the soap, but I stop him.
"Let me." I kiss him softly and take the bottle. "Let me show you that I can take care of you too. That this isn't one-sided."
"Okay."
He leans down and lets me shampoo his hair before I give his body the same treatment, ignoring his massive hard-on staring me right in the face.
When he's thoroughly rinsed, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. "Thank you," he says softly. "For showing me you care."
"I do, Edward. I really do."
"I know. I might need you to remind me every once in a while."
"Always." I run my nails down his back. "Now, can we take this to the bedroom?"
"What my girl wants, my girl gets." He reaches for towels.
I sigh because I really like the sound of it. Being his girl.
When we're both dry, we stand at the foot of his massive bed, and I pull him down to me. "I want you to make love to me," I remind him.
"And I want to worship you like you deserve." He lifts me up and sets me on the bed. "Looks like we're both going to get what we want tonight."
"You need stairs for this thing," I joke, climbing toward the pillows.
He just chuckles and stalks forward, and I just know tonight is going to be explosive.