Damn him.

Regi had written his love letter to sex on my skin. He’d left his mark behind, finger-shaped bruises which were an ode to how hard he’d fucked me.

God, I’d missed him. Which was why I hadn’t run out of bed wailing like a horror-movie scream queen.

Cuddling was such a new thing for me.

In my previous encounters with Regi, I’d always kicked him out of my bed. I hadn’t wanted to experience intimacy, or let my heart fall into his. It had been a real threat, and one I’d safeguarded – foolishly – against. He already loved me, and if I’d let him snuggle me, it would have meant giving him more hope.

But, I was attempting to change. I was coming to terms that Regi would always be there for me. That he loved me, flaws and all.

He wasn't like my father.

I dropped my thigh over his leg, enjoying the prickly hairs which teased my smooth skin. He breathed deeply, and I smiled to myself as he dozed. It had been a long night, and a longer morning, even before he'd rocked my world.

It was enjoyable to have a man in my bed, but this wasn't just any man. This was Regi. I’d kept him at arm's length for so long, that when I felt those familiar behaviors rear, it took a concentrated effort to make sure that I didn't push him away again. We'd made our oath together, that we would try this out, and I wasn't about to rescind it.

I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, the scent of us mixing together, and taking the edge off my worry.

It was early evening by the time we woke. Regi’s growling stomach acted like an alarm clock. Opening my eyes slowly, I found him watching me.

I flushed and looked away.

He smoothed his hand over my tangled hair. “Don't be shy, you look gorgeous.”

"I feel skanky," I said. I was unshowered, with atrocious morning breath, and my teeth felt fuzzy. I held my hand over my mouth so he wouldn’t be gassed.

"Why, because you got fucked two ways from Sunday and didn’t shower after?"

"Something like that. Your stomach sounds as if it wants attention." Now that I was thinking about it, food sounded really fucking good. All I’d had this morning was coffee. We’d skipped breakfast and lunch, and we’d worked up a considerable appetite.

"Yeah, I didn't want to disturb you, but I’m starving." His stomach roared again, punctuating his comments.

Gingerly I eased myself out of his arms, leaving the sex-scented sheets behind. I wasn't shy about my nudity, and I stretched, flashing him with a good morning wriggle. He tweaked one nipple, and I swatted at his hands with a playful huff.

Regi eyed my body with interest. The blanket around his hips turned into a tepee. "How about we get sandwiches or something here, and then there's a club I want to take you to."

"A club? I didn't think you were into dancing.” I wouldn’t mind going dancing. How long had it been since I just relaxed?

He gave me a wicked grin. "It's not the kind of club, angel."

I tilted my head. "So, you want to take me to a strip club?" I rolled my eyes. He was such a fucking man.

“Nope, not a strip club either."

Not a strip club. Not a nightclub. What other kind of club was there? I turned to him so he could see my curiosity.

He swung up and sat on the edge of the bed. He tapped my nose. "You'll see it when we get there. I'd like to swing by my apartment and grab a change of clothes on the way. You wear whatever. Your normal weekend attire would fit in quite well. But I don't want anyone else seeing those legs of yours." His fingers tickled the back of my knee, and I sucked in a breath as the shivers darted up and between my legs.

Damn, I loved when he got possessive. Even though I'd run away from it for years, now that I was giving in, I enjoyed that I was his, and he was mine. That the monogamy I'd shunned, and that he craved for so long, were finally meeting in the middle.

"So, who gets the shower first?"

He climbed out of bed, and I didn’t even pretend to look elsewhere as all that male perfection was displayed before me.

God, I’d known he'd been hitting the gym hard this year, but I hadn't realized the fruits of his labor until he was stood sculpted in the lamplight pouring in through my blinds. He was chiseled. He could've been a fucking fitness model. Was that an eight pack? I let loose a soft moan from the back my throat.

He twitched the sheets away from me. "Do like what you see?"

I shook my head. Damn egotistical man. I refused to admit that I was drooling over him. He would never let me live it down.

He moved in close, and me into the wall. "How about we save some water and share the shower."

My breathing grew ragged, and my nipples popped eagerly. "I think we’ll get dirtier if we shower together."

He curled his fingers around my waist and pulled me into him so that his huge cock curved against my navel. “That's exactly what I had in mind."

Desire pierced my pussy, and I spread my legs, wiggling up until my pulsing core stroked the underbelly of his shaft, just begging to be fucked again.

His cock swelled thicker between us. His nostrils flared as if he caught the scent of my arousal.

Before I could get him to pin me to the wall with that huge tool, he stepped back, away from my questing hands. He wagged his finger at me. "Oh no, you’re not getting any of this until later."

I gaped at him as he strolled out of my bedroom, my eyes glued to the firm granite-hard ass cheeks bobbing away before he turned the corner and disappeared into the bathroom.

What did he mean I wasn't getting any until later?

I stalked after him and followed him into the bathroom. He had the water running, and soon steam filled the small room.

I tapped my fingers against my hip. "Even if I got in the shower you won’t give me sex?"

"Even if," he said. He pulled the button on the faucet. The shower kicked in with a watery hiss. "You can come in and wash my back if you want."

I narrowed my eyes. What was he playing at?

He stepped in the shower, his calves flexing as he climbed into the bathtub. He held open the shower curtain for me, rattling the plastic, like a Matador waving a flag at a bull. Just daring me to join him.

Well, fine.

I hopped in the shower with him, and he wrapped his big arms around me and held me close. The water turned him slippery, and I wriggled against him.

Soon, he grabbed my tropical-scented shower gel and rubbed me down. Steam and the scents of hibiscus and pineapple rose around us. Being a man, he obviously lingered on my breasts until they were practically squeaky clean. I laughed and turned around, letting him get my back.

“The girls are clean now, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done without you taking care of them.”

He wound his arms around me from behind and gave my tits one last squeeze. “My pleasure, angel. We wouldn’t want them to get cold now, would we?”

This was kind of nice. Sharing a shower and having a man take care of me. I relaxed and shampooed my hair. He finished washing my back and then gave my wet ass a quick slap. I jumped and turned around.

He passed me my loofah. "Don't be greedy, I do you, you do me."

Oh, I wanted to do him alright. I focused on his body, and that huge goddamn totem pole rearing up between his thighs.

Regi kept his nether region maintained. His pubic hair was just a shadowy dusting above his balls. I focused there first, soaping up my hands and then gently squeezing the heavy sacs. He groaned, and he tipped his head back beneath the hot water. I stroked him nice and slow, getting him full mast.

"Now who is the one teasing," he said, his voice a hungry baritone.

"You’re the one that said no sex in the shower," I reminded him in a sing-song voice.

My hands wandered up his chest, enjoying the ripped feeling of his body. I'd never taken a shower with a guy before, and I felt like I'd been missing out on something spectacular all these years. We were both vulnerable and naked as we got clean together. But it was a shared moment, allowing us explore each other’s bodies. My knees trembled, and I finally couldn't resist sinking down to them until I was eye level with his gorgeous shaft.

He stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. "I don't want to come, Mia," he murmured.

"Then you’ll have to resist," I said.

I licked the head of his cock, and got the clean taste of his freshly-washed body, with a salty chaser of pre-come. He was delicious, savory and sweet, hard and smooth. And I greedily swallowed the first inch of his dick.

His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I traced the vein bulged along the underside with the tip. I eased down his shaft, taking as much of his rod in my mouth as I could. I didn't want to choke right now, but just enjoy the smooth velvet and iron feeling of him. I bobbed up and down his cock, getting him all dirty again with my spit. He rocked against my face, meeting my thrusts.

I knew he was getting close from the way that come vein throbbed, threatening to carry all his seed into my mouth. He let me play awhile longer before he pulled me away.

I looked up at him, meeting the wild gleam in his eyes. He was so close to breaking into desire. I knew he didn't want to fuck me yet, but if I gave him a little bit of a push, I knew he would.

I was curious to see what he had in store for us.

I stood up, and rinsed myself one more time beneath the hot water. I opened the curtain, and stepped out with a little wiggle of my hips. "It looks like you need a cold shower now."

He growled at me, and I laughed as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. "

"I'll get you back for that," he promised.

I pulled a hair towel off the bathroom shelves, and wrapped my hair in a turban style. Then I walked out and into the kitchen to make sandwiches.

Regi join me a few minutes later with a towel around his cut waist. He was built so well, the broad shoulders which dipped down into a perfect V around his lean hips. When he was dressed up he looked big, enormous even, but when he was naked you could tell that there was very little extra fat padding his body. He was all muscle.

I bit my lip. He stepped into my space, and hooked a hip against the countertop where I was nibbling on some potato chips that I'd had with my turkey sandwich. A plate with his own awaited him. I offered him a Ripple chip from the shared bowl.

"You're a keeper, aren't you? Making me a sandwich. You know the way to a man's heart,” he said.

I didn’t remind him I already had his heart. I wouldn’t take it for granted, but woo him just as he was wooing me.

I circled my finger around one of his nipples and then tiptoed them between his biceps until I felt the thudding of his heart against my palm.

“Maybe I’ve decided I should be a good owner,” I whispered. His strong heartbeat thrummed soothingly against my flesh.

He looked down at me, offering me the universe in his dark eyes. He pressed my hand into his chest, then he leaned down and kissed me softly.

I smiled at him, and then turned and went to get dressed for our date.