Page 27 of Pillow Talk

“I’m so sorry.” I kiss her on the top of the head.

“What about your family?” she asks.

“Only child, son of a teacher and an accountant. Very normal, almost boring childhood in a comfortable home. Vacations in the summer, flocked tree for Christmas. My parents have been married nearly forty years and are very much in love. I’m lucky,” I tell her, almost ashamed of how easy my life has been compared to hers. Very lucky

“Sounds wonderful.” She sighs as I cover my mouth with hers.

“Enough if this.” I kiss her, and my craving for her knows no bounds. I drag myself from the bed and pull her to me, lifting her over my shoulder. “Time to wash away your tears.”

She squeals as I carry her to my large shower, setting her down so I can start the dual sprays.

“I forgot two of my favorite things.” She looks up at me quizzically. “Earlier, when you asked, I forgot my two things.” I explain.

“Okay, hot shot. What are they?” She drops my shirt, and I take in the sight of her red lace panties and bare chest, suddenly finding it hard to speak. I love how bold she’s becoming in the bedroom. Or in this case, the bathroom.

“Uh—” I’m at a loss for words…

“Eyes up here sweetheart,” she mocks me.

Dragging my eyes slowly up her body, I rasp out, “the color red, ketchup red specifically.” Her smile beams as she steps toward me. “And?”

“And, showering with you,” I tell her, dropping my boxers.

“We’ve never showered together, so how do you know?” she teases, slowly dragging the red lace down her creamy skin.

“I just do.” I kiss her, picking her up, and her legs wrap around my waist as I step into the hot spray of the water. The feel of her body gliding against mine, steam surrounding us and the water pouring over us is erotic. My kisses make their way down her neck as I press her back against the tile.

“Ben,” she moans, griping my shoulders with her hands.

“Hmmm.” I taste her skin, nibbling on her ear.

“This is also my newest favorite thing,” she tells me. Drawing back, I see her smiling, and all traces of the tears are gone as she adds, “this and pillow talk…with you.”

How will I ever let her go? I won’t.