“Daddy’s here,” I said. adjusting the water a bit, so it didn’t get cold too fast.
“Hey Daddy!” Bow stood up soaking wet when Dax appeared in the door.
“Bow, sit down, you’re not supposed to stand up when you’ve got bubbles because it’s too slippery.”
“Oops.” She plopped back down quickly, accidentally splashing me with sudsy water. “Sorry. I forgot.”
I reached over and grabbed a towel and blotted the front of my now wet shirt. The fabric clung to my breasts, and my hardened nipples peaked through the thin cloth of my t-shirt.
“I’ll just let you take over here.” I held the towel to my chest, doing my best to cover myself. My face felt like a furnace, and when I met his gaze, his jaw was clenched tight and the gold flecks in his green eyes sparkled with desire like a small, dancing flame ready to burn bright.
“Sure. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” I hated that my voice betrayed my nerves, but there was no help for it. I was a basket case of confusion and need all rolled into one. “Night, Bow,” I called over my shoulder as I fled up the stairs and to my bedroom.
It was weird feeling such strong desire to be with someone. I hadn’t experienced desire this strong before because Josh was awful in bed. I’d faked more orgasms than a porn star in our relationship, but the basis of a relationship shouldn’t be sex, right? That was why I had stayed with him because despite the sex, I thought Josh and I were good together. I was so wrong on that front, so why not base this thing with Dax off sex and desire?
I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt over my head. My bra was also wet, so I pulled it off and looked through my drawers. I didn’t have a whole lot of clothes, only really what I’d planned to wear on the honeymoon. I didn’t make a stop by my apartment before heading out of DC. I just ran as fast and as far as I could, turned off my phone, and got a burner when I was far enough away from the city.
At some point I would have to go back and take care of things, whether I was married to Dax or not, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back for clothes or anything else, yet. Truth was, I didn’t need or want any of it. I didn’t realize how much I wanted out of all of it, my job, my relationship, out of the politics, and out from under the eye of everyone until I came here. It took me running away from my life to realize it was a life I no longer wanted.
If things didn’t work out with Dax and me, I still wouldn’t go back to the life I had before. Whatever happened from here on out, this was a new road and a new chapter to my story. I took a deep breath and pulled out the silk nightie I had bought for the honeymoon and the matching panties.
The dark purple complemented my skin and made my eyes pop. The thin straps and slick material was cool and alluring, and the cut left nothing to the imagination, dropping deep in both the front and in the back, and it made sure that it was easy to get out of the way. In short, I smiled and bit my lip as I studied the lingerie, it was made to inspire lust and sex.
My core tightened and fluttered as I set the nightie on my bed. If I was going to do this with Dax, I was going to do it right. I pulled on my bathrobe and waited until I heard him and Bow talking as they went to her room. He’d read her a story as he did every night, so I had time for a shower.
I headed downstairs to the bathroom and pulled my hair up into a knot on top of my head. Quickly, I turned on the water and let the water warm up as I stripped out of robe and the shorts I had on underneath. Steam surrounded me when I pulled the curtain back to slide beneath the warm spray. I made quick work of washing my body, and I touched up shaving my legs until they were silky and smooth. Thankfully, before the wedding I’d had a Brazilian wax, so I was still silky smooth down there.
When I got out of the shower, I dried off and slipped back into my robe before heading upstairs with my clothes in hand. I didn’t see Dax or hear him, but that didn’t mean much. He could have been in the kitchen or even in his room.
I slipped in my room and nervously got into the lingerie set. My stomach still fluttered with butterflies as I shook out my hair and brushed it until it was spun in silky waves resting on my shoulders.
It wasn’t like I was a virgin, but it would be my first time with someone other than my ex-fiancé, and I didn’t know what to expect. I was both hoping for and dreading the moment because what if the reason my sex life with Josh sucked so bad was because of me and not him.
“No,” I chided myself, “Don’t think like that and overthink this, Sam. It’s just sex. Just sex. Even if Dax is bad, you can always do what you’ve always had to do. Fake it until you can take care of it yourself.”
“Challenge accepted.”