Alice gives Henry an idea in this excerpt from Healing the Wounds (Neighborly Affection #3).
“This is the kind of shower we should have,” Jay called. “You could fit half a dozen people in here, no problem.”
Heading toward the bathroom, Alice laughed. Sure, the shower was big, but not that big. Although it did boast a bench along the marble wall and multiple showerheads at different levels.
Henry touched her shoulder. They hadn’t napped long. An hour at most. He’d sent Jay ahead to start the shower, presumably to have reason to praise him for completing the task later. “You haven’t any water-related phobias in your past I ought to know about, do you, my dear?”
Teasing equaled good, because it meant he wasn’t still angry about the omission on her contract answers. “No, Henry.”
“How are your swimming skills?”
“You wanna see my butterfly? It’s been a while, but—”
He breathed in sharply and spun her around, his hands firm atop her shoulders. Palms flattening against her back, he fingered the edge of her shoulder blades in a downward slide.
“Yes,” he rumbled. “I very much want to see you undulating through the water in sleek, smooth motion. To watch the curve of your shoulders as your arms stroke forward.”
Sliding his hands to her elbows, he lifted her arms above her head and rotated his hands to the inside of her arms. She was ready when the push came, sweeping her arms outward and down in the familiar movement.
“And the flex of your muscles as you force the water aside.”
Her arms hung at her sides, Henry’s hands circling her wrists. He growled, a quiet declaration, and nipped at her neck when he stepped in for a full-body press.
Her hips rocked. Her sex pulsed. Flaccid before he’d asked about swimming, Henry sure as hell wasn’t soft now.
Despite the months of sex—almost a year, God, that long?—she’d collected few insights about his arousal triggers. He liked to watch. And he’d hung that painting of Jay’s back where he’d pass it every night on his way to bed. He’d bent her over the table the first time he’d fucked her, she in a backless dress. He’d flogged her with tenderness, the suede caressing her like an extension of his hand.
“You’re in love with my back,” she whispered.
“I’m in love with all of you, my sweet girl. But your back is particularly lovely.” He prodded her with his hips. “Into the shower with you. Quickly now. You’ve inspired me to play another game.”
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