Page 51 of Save a Wish

Yes. I was definitely going to wash that.

I rid myself of my bra and underwear and joined Beckett in the shower stall where steamy water cascaded down from a wide shower head. We spent several moments standing there, allowing the stream to rinse off the mud.

Beckett curled his hand around my braid and lifted the end of it to remove the hair tie there. He hung the hair tie on a hook on a shower caddy then focused on unplaiting the braid until my hair was loose about me. He then rotated us so I was in the water more. With the gentlest touch, he smoothed his hands over my tresses, sending muddy water down the drain at our feet.

When he was satisfied with the rinse, he squeezed shampoo into his palm and the scalp massage that followed nearly had my knees buckling. Beckett’s fingers skated along my skull in slow, purposeful circles that pulled a moan from me.

“Oh, my,” I gasped. “That feels fantastic.”

Beckett’s only reply was to put a little more pressure into his touch so I felt the massage deep in my soul. All my muscles relaxed. I’d never had anyone touch me like this. Like their soul purpose was to activate all my pleasure zones at once.

When my hair was clean, Beckett lathered his hands with soap and proceeded to travel all over my body with those same massaging strokes until I was quivering with desire.

While Beckett was on his knees, finishing up by working his hands over my calves, I slicked my hands with shampoo and washed his hair. As I scratched my fingers through his hair, he pressed kisses to my stomach, his slippery hands coasting closer and closer to where I wanted them.

Where I needed them.

He stood for a few moments so I could finish washing his body then he lowered right back to his knees, trailing kisses along his descent. His fingers found the ache between my legs and those first, tentative dips inside me let me know this was not going to be anything like being with Cian.

“Tell me what you like,” Beckett said as his other hand snaked over my hips and up to cup one of my breasts.

“I’m going to like whatever you do, Beckett,” I said. “You’ve already made me feel wonderful. You know how to touch me.”

His mouth found my belly again and he dragged his lips, his tongue along my wet flesh as his fingers plunged rhythmically in and out of me.

Soon, I was vibrating with the need to explode. I braced my hands on the shower walls as I let loose around Beckett’s fingers. My chest heaved as I surrendered to the sensations cresting over my body. I clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched, visibly shook with pleasure, until I erupted with the only true orgasm I’d ever had.

I slumped against Beckett after he slid his fingers out of me and rose to standing.

“I . . . I never knew it could be like that,” I said.

“Like world-altering?” Beckett grinned when I nodded. “I never knew pleasuring the other person could turn me on so much.” He angled his hand down to his impressive arousal. “But watching you slip into a blissful state has got me—”

“Ready for your turn.” I slid my hands over his chest and down his abs, loving the hiss of breath he released when I wrapped my hand around his erection and gave it one, slow pump.

I’d never touched Cian like this. He didn’t enjoy me touching him. He preferred to get his release by being the dominating one. He took. He didn’t receive.

But Beckett responded to my touch with little shifts forward and back of his hips. Raspy moans escaped his throat. Whispers of my name let me know he liked what I was doing. These small cues made all the difference. We were two participants in this activity.

We were partners.

I kept up my slow strokes until Beckett’s breathing became short inhales and quick exhales. I then shifted to tighter grips, faster movements, loving how Beckett’s fingers had buried themselves in my hair, how he’d lowered his face into the curve of my neck, how his teeth grazed my shoulder.

His release came hard and with a low growl that vibrated against my jaw as he pressed his lips there and kissed a trail over to my mouth. The kiss that blossomed between us was breath-stealing, heart-claiming, soul-marking.

When we finally parted for some air, Beckett rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily.

“That was . . .” He lifted his head and shook it.

“That was only the first stage of your two-stage plan for getting us clean,” I reminded him. “And I can’t wait for the second stage.”

Chapter Eighteen

Beckett

I’d been intimate in the shower before, but today with Sadie had seriously redefined what being intimate meant to me. This connection between Sadie and me was bigger, deeper.

And all we’d done was kiss and touch each other so far, but I was eager for that Stage Two tub action to see what else could happen between us.