MONICA HAD JUST experienced the most amazing orgasm. She watched him move about the small bathroom, monopolizing the space with his large frame. His slick, sculpted body made her arousal flare up again and she wanted to trace each elongated muscle with her fingers, then her tongue. She wanted to paint him on canvas. As he adjusted the temperature of the water, testing it with his long wide fingers, she studied his broad shoulders, toned back, firm backside, and powerful thighs. Remembering how his body had felt inside her made her smile. There were no words that could come close to describing how good it was.
Clearing her throat delicately and squirming on the stool, she asked, “Are we going to shower together?” The mere thought made her nipples tingle in excitement.
“I’ve dirtied you up and now I’m going to clean you up.” He looked back at her with a smile.
The next thing she knew, she was standing under the spray and the water felt amazing on her skin. He joined her and the shower became much, much smaller and she didn’t mind one bit. She’d share her space any day.
“Does it feel good, Monica?”
She stood before him, trusting him, happy and feeling like no matter what lay in her past she didn’t need any of it. Right here with him was where she belonged—wanted to be. She watched him squeeze out some of the soap into his palm and rub them together until suds dripped from his fingers. He touched his hands to her shoulders and she shivered, which brought a wide smile to his face. He rolled his hands down her breasts and knelt to his knees before her. His face was right in front of her most sensitive part.
He lifted one of her feet and soaped her toes, her heel, the arch, caressing and massaging as he went along. The soap made his touch slick.
Leaning back against the cold tiles, she savored his tender touch, relishing in how limp her body became. “This is amazing,” the words oozed like honey off her lips.
“I could do this often.” He brought his hands higher, caressing her calves, kneading the muscles with his capable fingers before he moved on to her thighs, giving them the same loving care. “I love your body.”
He was now so close to her core that she trembled in awareness. Need spiraled through her, making her limbs tingle.
“You have a nice pretty pussy.”
She chuckled lightly. “Thank you…I guess.”
“It’s true. The hair is like threads of silk and you smell like blueberry cobbler.”
Monica couldn’t imagine ever being more turned on than she was right now, even after experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm moments ago. She was thankful that she could experience a dozen more.
With his hands on each thigh, he spread her and gently washed between her legs. He worked delicately, caressing each fold, exploring her as he cleaned. He stood, reached for the shower head and came back to her, rinsing her. The jet spray teased her clit as he held the wand close to her body. She leaned against the cool wall, reveling in the sensation.
“Where do you want me?” he urged.
Biting her lower lip, she wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted him in her heart forever, but that wasn’t what he was asking. Laying all her cards out right at this moment would leave her vulnerable. Was she ready to reveal her most intimate secrets?
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Tell me. You can tell me anything. You’re safe with me.”
His soft words were like a lullaby, coaxing her away from her comfort zone. “I want you to kiss me there.” Her voice shook. “Please.” She swallowed hard.
Smiling from ear to ear, he spread her thighs wide and buried his face in her vee. “There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said against her core.
His tongue rolled over her slit and she jumped when he gently nibbled her labia. She sunk her fingers into his thick damp hair and held on as he lavished her most sensitive part. Running his tongue from top to bottom, he lapped her up like he was feasting at a gourmet buffet. Over and over he led her down a journey of complete eroticism.
Involuntarily, her hips took on a dance of pleasure, rolling over his face and riding his tongue. When he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled, she almost screamed.
He covered her breasts with his palms, tugging at the nipples as he continued loving her. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Like a ripened fruit, she burst her juices into his mouth and rode the waves of orgasm for a second time in a matter of minutes.
She realized no matter what life brought for her, she’d never be the same after meeting Cull Cade.
****
Cull wasn’t sure how long Monica had been asleep, but he laid there with her in the crook of his arm, watching her. She was beautiful, sweet, and he could be happy right here forever. He didn’t necessarily like that she still hadn’t gotten her memory back completely, and he hoped that one day she would, but he couldn’t imagine not having her in his life. This feeling between them felt as natural as the sun coming up. The most important thing was that he knew she was safe because he’d never let anyone hurt her.
He bent his head and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
A little moan came from her as she cuddled closer next to him.
“That’s right, baby. This is where you belong,” he whispered.
His heart opened wide. He was falling for this mysterious woman. He knew so little about her and yet he knew everything he needed to know. He looked at her and felt like he’d found a place where he belonged.
His cell vibrated from the nightstand and he reached for it. Kiersten had left him a message. “There’s someone here who you should see.”
Cull laid his head back into the pillow. He didn’t want to go. Right here next to Monica was where he wanted to stay. He was getting comfortable again when his cell buzzed for a second time. Reading the screen, it read, “Get your butt over here now or I’ll come and drag you out!”
Kiersten meant business.
With a silent curse, he carefully slid from the cocoon of the bed. She looked so at peace laying there. Her hair spread over the pillow, her hands tucked under her cheek and laying with her knees tucked up to her chest. With the risk of waking her, he kissed her cheek and soothed her hair from her face.
She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” she asked in a sleep husky voice.
“I’ll be back. Kiersten needs me. Stay and sleep, sweetheart.” He kissed her, this time on the lips. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to crawl back into bed with her and give her another round of pleasure. However, he knew it wouldn’t be long before Kiersten came pounding on the door and that was the last thing he wanted or needed.
Groaning, he dressed and gave Monica one last glance before he stepped out of the room and out of the apartment. The night air was cool after coming from the warmth of the bed. He walked to the main house, stomped his feet on the welcome rug before stepping in, bellowing, “This better be damn good…”
“Cull, this is Burke Combs,” Kiersten said. Her eyes were wide and she looked uneasy.
Cull brought his gaze into the living room where a stranger sat on the couch. “Do I know you?”
The man stood, then swiped a hand down his clean jaw. His hair was perfectly styled and he wore an expensive suit, “No, but you know Sally.”
Blinking, Cull stepped deeper into the room and chuckled. “Sally? I’m afraid you’ll have to catch me up to speed here—”
“Monica. Cull, he’s talking about Monica. That’s her name. Sally Holloway,” Kiersten said calmly from behind him.
Cull’s stomach dropped into his boots. Oh shit! Now he wished he’d stayed in bed.