Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I could tell that he was a little overwhelmed, but he was his usual calm self, looking fucking hot as hell on that horse.
I’ve just finished washing my body and am about to lean back to wash my hair when the door opens, and my husband’s gorgeous blue eyes travel lazily down my body. He steps in with me, and without a word, I drop my arms and he takes over.
With my hands on his hips, Holden ensures that my hair is wet before he murmurs, “Step.”
He moves back, and I take a small step forward, my hair out of the water, as he pours some shampoo in his hands and then starts to massage it through my long hair.
With a sigh, I close my eyes and enjoy the way it feels when he takes care of me. The steam billows around us, circling us in a warm cocoon, and even though he’s now seen every inch of me, made love to me, fucked the hell out of me, it’s moments like this that are the most intimate.
When he’s tender and quiet.
A little intense.
I can’t really tell what he’s thinking, but that’s okay because he obviously needs this moment with me, and I’ll happily give it to him. To us.
His strong fingers against my scalp and sliding through the wet strands could put me to sleep. After a moment, he says, “Back in.”
I oblige and tip my head back under the water, and he rinses the suds away, and then we repeat the process with conditioner. He’s careful to make sure that there are no tangles before I step back under the spray for a final rinse.
Before he can get me out of the shower and towel me off, I reverse our positions and grab a clean washcloth and his soap and start to wash him. God, his body is beautiful. He’s broad of shoulder, with lean hips and muscles for days that scream for my touch.
He’s quiet, his hands at his sides, watching me with those intense eyes as I take my time with him. When I’ve washed every inch of his skin, I pull the nozzle off the wall and rinse him off. I want to return the favor of washing his hair, but he’s too tall.
I narrow my eyes.
Holden smirks and then lowers to his knees before me, and it brings tears to my eyes.
Before he can tip his head back to wet his hair, I lower my lips to the top of his head and plant a kiss there as his hands move up my thighs to my ass. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding on, as he presses a sweet kiss just under my navel.
“Be good,” I warn him as I urge his head back into the water and then grab some shampoo. I massage his scalp and scrub his hair, and Holden’s eyes close as he simply holds on to my hips and lets me wash him. The suds slide down his shoulders, sluicing through the hills and valleys of his body, and it’s so freaking hot, it’s all I can do to stay on my feet.
Once he’s clean all over, he kisses me again and then stands and shuts off the shower.
“You’re so quiet, husband.”
He tugs me against him and holds on tight, kisses my wet head, and then murmurs, “There are no words for this.”
My heart aches at the tenderness in his voice. At the love. And I can’t resist framing his face in my hands and kissing him softly.
We dry each other off, and then, with my hand in his, he leads me to our bed. He lifts me right off of my feet and gently lowers me to the mattress.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” His voice is rough as he covers me, giving me his weight. His elbows are on either side of my head, his hands buried in my wet hair, and his mouth hovers just an inch over mine. “I’ve never been prouder of anyone than I was of you today.”
I drag my hands down his back, enjoying the feel of him over me, around me.
“Same goes.”
His eyes flick down to my mouth. I can’t resist bite down on my lower lip, and with a growl, he covers my mouth and kisses me fucking senseless.
He’s not rough. He’s not impatient.
But he’s thorough, and as I spread my legs wider, hitching them higher on his hips, I feel the long, hard length of him against my core.
“Need you, husband.”
His eyes open, and he brushes his nose over mine. “Say that again.”
I lift my hips, loving the way he slides through my wetness. “I need you. Husband.”
He lowers his forehead to mine, draws his hips back, and pushes into me with one long thrust, filling me so completely it makes me gasp.