Page 36 of Mountain Pine
“I’m gross. I haven’t had a proper shower in a week. Just soap in the stream.”
I do not care. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He pushes off of me and stands, backing away from the couch. “I’m filthy, Taylor.”
Is he for serious right now?
“Come on.” The last thing I want is for this moment to get fucked up. But if he’s worried over hishygiene, I know he’ll fixate on it and feel bad about himself and I’m not going to let that happen. Pulling him into my bathroom, I flick on the shower and pull off my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Joining you.” With that, I close the space between us again and kiss him hard. We grunt and laugh and trip over stuff and get naked and into the shower together. Conner stands under the spray and looks me dead in the eyes while I instinctively cover my breasts. It’s cold and he’s hogging all the hot water.
There is so much tension and fear in the air, it makes me extra nervous that maybe he’s having second thoughts.
“Can I look at you?” he asks, surprising me.
Conner must have seen me naked before. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve gone skinny dipping. Not to mention all the times he’s been in my room while I got dressed. So why does this feel like the first time I’ve ever exposed myself?
Slowly dropping my arms, I tip my chin up and let him see every inch of me.
My boobs are small and my butt isn’t that much to look at either. Insecurities creep across my skin and my cheeks heat. Especially when I think back to all the hot girls Conner’s dated before.
“God…dayem,” he growls, tracing a finger across my waist, making my belly flutter. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Conner’s many things, but he’s not a liar.
“I…am?”
“Yeah, you are. And I’ve waited so long to see you, I’m terrified I’m going to wake up from thisdream.” He switches places with me so I’m under the hot spray and then he drops to his knees and looks up at me. “Holy fuck.” Conner sits on his knees and continues to stare up at me like I’m a deity.
I’ve never seen him this… however you want to call what this is. Awestruck? Enthralled? When he puts his hands behind his head and continues to look up at me, a different word comes to mind: Submissive.
Suddenly, a lot of things click into place. Memories rapid fire in my mind and they all align with one thing: Conner’s love language is acts of service. He’ll do anything for anyone he cares about. And there’s nothing he hasn’t done for me except…
“Touch me,” I say, leaning back against the glass wall.
“Where?”
I tap my inner thigh. “Here.”
He presses his knuckles onto the tile and leans in on all fours to kiss me where I told him to. His mouth is hot on my skin, and he scrapes his teeth along the sensitive flesh.
“I didn’t saykissit.”
“You didn’t specify what part of me to touch you with either.”
OMG, he’s a brat! Surprise, surprise. I think I always knew this about him; I just didn’t allow myself the pleasure of fantasizing about it before. A girl can only handle so much in her dirty mind.
“Can I wash myself now, or should I keep touching you?”
Oh yeah. We’re here for cleanliness not sexiness. I completely forgot. Handing him the soap and fresh wash rag, I suppress a giggle, then leave the shower before my self-control flies out the window.
“Where are you going?” he asks, and there’s no hiding the worry in his voice.
“I’ll be in the bedroom waiting,” I say, so he knows this isn’t over. “Hurry.”
A big smile spreads across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
