He held out his hand. “May I?” He sensed my hesitation, which I admit was silly since I was standing naked in his shower. “It’ll be even better than the shampoo.”
“Nothing could be better than that shampoo.”
“Try me,” he said.
I handed him the bar of soap.
“Gracias,” he replied and turned me by the shoulders, so I was facing the showerhead again. He started soaping at the back of my neck and worked his way down to my ankles. I assumed at that point he’d want me to face him since he’d only washed the back of me but when I started to turn, he said, “No, you’re fine the way you are.”
This time he started at the bottom and worked his way up. When he reached my thighs, he stood up and leaned against me as he continued to soap my midsection, my breasts, which he spent an inordinate amount of time washing, then my shoulders and neck. The one area he had avoided was my vagina.
He leaned his chin on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I said. “But no offense, the shampoo was better.”
He laughed. “We’re not done yet!” He rubbed the soap in his hands until they were filled with suds then placed the bar back in the soap dish. He reached around me and placed his soapy hands on the inside of my thighs and began rhythmically stroking my legs, moving closer and closer to my vagina.
I was tingling all over when I asked, “Do you have a—”
“Shhh,” he said, anticipating my question. “Not yet.”
It was his fingers that brought me to a shuddering orgasm. I moaned so loud I told him I hoped his neighbors weren’t home. Daniel just laughed.
I stepped out of the tub first and picked up the towel he’d left on the floor.
“Let me get you a clean one,” Daniel said, slipping out of the bathroom and returning with two more fluffy white towels. I dropped the wet towel I’d been using onto the bathtub and wrapped the dry one around myself. He wrapped his towel around his shoulders instead of his waist. I couldn’t help but look, and I was not disappointed with the view.
“Would you like some help with that?” I asked.
He glanced down at his erection then smiled up at me. “What did you have in mind?”
“What do you like?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t going to suggest something I’d never tried before.
“I’d like to be inside you.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter 8
We never made it to a restaurant for breakfast. Instead, Daniel toasted two bagels, which we ate together in bed. I’d thought my bed was comfortable, but his had mine beat. I felt like I was lying in a high-end hotel bed—firm but with lots of cushioning and super soft sheets.
“Be careful,” I said when he brought me a second cup of coffee with the milk and sugar already stirred in. “I could get used to this.”
He smiled. “That’s the idea.”
“So, this was all part of your master plan?”
He set his coffee cup down on the nightstand and joined me under the duvet. “No, I thought you’d want to take things slow.”
“Because I’m a nice girl?” I giggled. Did men still think that way?
“No, because of your husband.”
I froze. I hadn’t thought of Jonah since last night. But now he was suddenly in the forefront of my mind and a wave of grief washed over me.
“Uh oh,” Daniel said. “I said the wrong thing, didn’t I?”
“No, it’s fine,” I said, pulling the duvet up to my chin.
“You mentioned him earlier, so I thought it was okay. I don’t know what the rules are. I’ve never been in this situation before.”
“Me either.”
“So, we’re both virgins.”
“Except for the fact that I actually gave birth to a child.”
That killed the mood. Daniel rolled over onto his back putting a space between us.
“Sorry,” I said.
“You don’t need to apologize.”
Maybe not, but my comment hung in the air between us. “I should go.”
Daniel rolled onto his side and reached for my hand. “I don’t want you to go. I just want you to give me some ground rules.”
“Ground rules?”
