“What do you mean?” I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and he let me stand on my own two shaky legs, but he didn’t let me step far away from him. And I didn’t want to. For the first time ever in my life, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted to be close to him. But I wasn’t sure why. It was confusing and awesome all at the same time.
“I wanted it to be special. I’m sorry. I just grabbed you and pulled you in.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“I was willing.”
His head jerked up.
“I wanted it.”
His eyes narrowed, like he didn’t believe me.
“You even asked me for consent.” I laughed. “I consented. Explicitly.”
“Consent is sexy as hell,” he mused.
I’d never been with a man who asked me if I was sure. If I was with him. If I wanted it. If I felt the same way he did.
I peeled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor where it landed with a splat. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hooked my thumbs in my boy shorts and pulled them down. They stuck to my shins as I tried to step out of them. He reached out and held my elbow, keeping me steady.
“I should have made it better.” He actually looked worried.
“If you’d made me come any harder, I’d have died,” I said with a laugh.
My body felt loose and lazy, but I still stepped under his shower spray and wet my hair. “Can I have some shampoo?” I pointed to the tiny shelf behind him where I’d left my bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
The corners of his lips tilted up in a grin. “Can I stay and watch you?”
I shrugged and started to get cleaned up. He leaned against the wall and watched me, his eyes skimming my body. For some reason, this seemed more intimate than the sex we’d just had. This was just…more. It didn’t make sense.
“Ask it,” he prompted. “What confuses you?”
“All of it,” I admitted.
He made a humming sound that I could barely hear over the shower.
When I was done, he took the soap from me and washed his dick.
“You shave your balls,” I suddenly said, when I noticed that he didn’t have hair down there.
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked. But a grin tugged at my lips too.
He palmed the top of my head and gave it a squeeze. “You make me happy.” He jerked me against him and kissed me on the lips.
I’d never made anyone happy. “It feels funny,” I admitted.
His brow furrowed as he wrapped me in a towel. Then he grabbed one for himself and wrapped it around his waist. “What feels funny?” Worry clouded his features. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Shut up,” I said. “Men ask that when they want a compliment.”
He huffed out a noise. “This man asks that when he wants to be sure he didn’t get too rough.”
I stepped forward and lifted onto my tiptoes so I could kiss him. He kissed me back. “You did it right.” I laughed. “You know you did it right.”
I knew he did it right. But what I didn’t know was what would happen now.
Chapter 34