Holly by Dominique Adair

Author:Dominique Adair
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Five

Holly tilted her head and allowed the hot water from the showerhead to rinse the shampoo from her hair. She felt…good. No, more than good.

She felt, empowered.

Having Ethan play the voyeur as she’d pleasured herself had been liberating in a way that was difficult to contemplate. It was as if with the simple act of taking satisfaction in her body’s responses, she’d reclaimed something that had been stolen from her. When The Bastard had taken away her choice by ignoring her use of the safe word, he’d not only damaged her trust in her own judgment, he’d also destroyed her faith in men.

In handing her the loan papers and deed to her property, Ethan had earned her trust and ultimately granted her a complete sense of freedom. Though Holly realized she wasn’t healed, for the first time in many months she felt as if the darkness had been dispelled, if only a little bit. She was truly alive and well on her way to moving on with her life.

Holly hugged the knowledge to her heart as she finished rinsing her hair. Her mama had always maintained that the best revenge was gained by living well, and wouldn’t it burn The Bastard’s butt to know that she was doing so much better emotionally—

She heard a clatter in the bathroom just before the door to the oversized shower cubicle opened. She gasped and spun around, looking for something with which to cover herself but she only had a washcloth and a bar of soap.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his heated gaze moved over her damp, soapy flesh.

“You’re very beautiful.”

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Holly

She shivered. “Thank you.” With him she felt beautiful for the first time in a long while. She dropped the washcloth.

“How do you feel about water sports?” A glint entered his eye that ignited a slow buzz of heat in her blood. Ethan reached for his belt buckle to release it before opening the front of his jeans. She swallowed hard, her insides going liquid-soft when he removed his turtleneck to reveal a hard, sculpted, masculine chest. He wasn’t a bodybuilder but he was strong, sturdy and well-defined. Muscles rippled across his chest and belly and her fingers ached to explore their terrain.

“I feel…wet,” she whispered.

“Mission accomplished.”

She licked her dry lips when he removed the rest of his clothing. Jutting proudly from a thatch of black hair, his cock was a thing of beauty. Long and thick, it begged for the caress of her tongue. He stepped into the shower with her and her breathing grew shallow.

“I want you very badly, Holly.” He stood near her, water sluicing over their bodies so close yet so far apart. “I want to touch every inch of you, with my hands.” He skimmed his fingers over her shoulder then the plump curve of her breast. She whimpered when he thumbed her nipple. “With my mouth.”

Oh my god…

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her jaw. “I want to taste you as you come against my mouth.

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