Magnolia launches herself at me, kissing me all over—my face, my chest, everywhere. “Slow down, pretty girl. We have time.”
“I’m just s-so happy, Simon.”
“I am too, believe me, but we need to get ready at some point so we can go down and talk to Mateo about your car.”
She deflates a little at the mention of it. Luckily, I know just the way to perk her back up. “Let’s get showered?”
“T-together?” she asks, her cheeks going rosy.
“I was hopin’.” I keep my tone light, not wanting her to feel pressured.
Wordlessly, Magnolia rises from the bed and drags the shirt she’s wearing over her head, dropping it at her feet.
“Swear to God, Goldilocks, I’ll never get tired of lookin’ at you.”
She bites her lip, though not because she’s nervous. Nah, my girl’s turned the hell on, and I very much intend to do something about it.
I scoot to the edge of the bed and pull her toward me so she’s standing between my legs. I place a kiss to her right hip, and then to her left, my eyes never leaving hers. Magnolia sighs in pleasure at the contact. I skim my nose across the expanse of smooth, tan skin between her hips until I’m just below her belly button. I press an open-mouthed kiss to her soft yet toned stomach, nipping lightly as I pull away.
“C’mon, let’s go get dirty so we can get clean.” I say the words as a joke, but when I look back up at Magnolia, her eyes are glazed over with want and need.
Grabbing her hand, I guide her to the shower. Once the water feels just right, I help her over the ledge of the tub, climbing in right behind her. Under the spray of the hot water, I make good on my promise of getting us dirty, using my hands and my mouth to make her feel so damn good, her bones feel like jelly.
Even though she’s spent, my girl offers to return the favor, but I decline. It’s not because I don’t want her, because shit, I do. Rather, I want her to know she’s worth more to me than her body. I want her to know she always comes first, literally and figuratively.
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