Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
In theory, showering wasn’t a sexy undertaking when a man had to wrap his bandage in plastic and avoid the shower spray, but as he stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist at one end of the bathroom, watching Eve bend forward in a bra and panties to test the temperature of the water, Madden concluded this was already the best night of his life.
“Okay, honey . . .”
Honey, she was calling him.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“The water is exactly how you like it. Which I know, as your wife,” Eve said with a sparkle in her eye, her voice a little muffled by the shower spray. “You’re going to stand in the tub while I wash you, sort of like a dog.”
“You’re saying all the right things, love.” A smile burst across Eve’s face without a hint of hesitation and Madden never, ever wanted to leave that bathroom. “Should I . . .” he started, gesturing to his clothes. “Strip?”
“Yes, please,” she purred, coming up in front of him to help take off his T-shirt, very carefully, her forehead lined with concern as they navigated his bruised shoulder. He didn’t realize she was holding her breath until they dropped the garment to the floor, and she let it out in a gust, her relief obvious as she slipped her finger beneath the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pausing before she could lower them. “I can’t help but notice you wouldn’t let me help you out of the car, but you’re willing to let me help take your pants off. Very telling.”
“I believe that’s called splitting hairs.”
“Is it?” She laughed the question, but her mirth dissolved quickly when she tugged his pants and briefs down to his ankles and came face-to-face with how his cock felt about her lack of clothing. “Bad Madden, indeed.”
Madden didn’t recognize the sudden pressure in his throat. Did he have the urge to laugh or cry? He wasn’t the best at letting other people take care of him, but he was compelled to drop his walls, same as her. Allow himself to treasure the chance to be at the mercy of this woman. He closed his eyes, because he could barely handle the sight of her kneeling and untying his shoelaces, the brush of her fingertips on his ankles sending waves of warmth up the insides of his legs and tightening his balls.
She dragged those same magical fingertips up the front of his body as she rose, running a single digit along the heavy length of his dick. “Let me wash you?”
The plea in her tone made him dizzy, so he focused on the little mole that sat on her shoulder. “I’d only let you do something like that.”
“That’s good,” Eve said, taking Madden’s wrist and guiding him to the modern, sharp-edged tub, stepping inside in her strapless bra and panties, bringing him inside with her before turning them and shutting the glass door that was already fogged, closing them in a hot, misted, and private environment that he’d never look at the same again. “Because I’d only do it for you.”
“That’s good.” He managed to echo her words, barely, due to the water running over her body and soaking the bra, those sexy, waist-cinching panties, plastering them to her wet hips, that mound he ached for between her thighs. Lord, he’d never given a second thought to the features of the shower, but the multiple vertical nozzles built into the walls were a blessing now, because they were both dripping in seconds. Eve had totally abandoned worry in front of him, showing no sign of stress or hesitation, just letting her hair dampen, the spray painting her body with water from four different directions, while she poured body wash into her palms and rubbed them together. Madden’s stomach knit up like a drum when she rested those sudsy hands on his shoulders, scrubbing his neck, his chest, even thumbing his ears.
Maybe he’d died at home plate today and this was heaven.
How else could he explain the way she cleaned him, head to toe, like she was born knowing his body and the effect of her stroking palms over his knees, nipples, abdomen, down his buttocks and in between, looking him right in the eye as she did it.
“I was thinking . . .” she said, leaning in to sip shower water off the middle of his chest. “We should definitely put Christmas lights on the balcony rail this year.”
We’re playing house.
She wanted to play house.
And all while his brain was in the process of going offline, handing off the reins to his downstairs brain, because yeah, Eve’s hands were perfect, so bloody perfect, leaving his erection hanging there, untouched and throbbing, while she circled around behind him and worked shampoo into his hair. But Madden stifled his groan of the word tease and focused on the world they were living in their minds.