Page 5 of Let Me Love You

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Page 5 of Let Me Love You

The place is white and clean, with touches of yellow, gray, and rich browns like the rest of the apartment. The combination shouldn’t work, but it does. With a twist of my wrist, I turn on the shower, letting the water start to warm up. I grab Ash’s waist and set her on the bathroom counter.

“Wanna know my favorite thing about this bathroom?” I ask, stepping between her warm thighs.

Her hands slip around my shoulders, and she plays with the hair at the nape of my neck, the same familiar smile toying at the edge of her lips. “What is it?”

The counter is the perfect height for some pretty sexy shenanigans. I scoot closer, letting my cock rub against her center, and her eyes light up with understanding.

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Thatisnice.”

“Thought you might like it.”

“You’ve been living here for how long and didn’t show me this fun little trick?”

“Thought it could be a moving day surprise.”

She hooks her ankle around my waist and tugs me closer. “Consider me surprised.”

With a laugh, I shake my head and kiss her again. She’s still the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Her fingers tangle in my shirt, and she pulls it off me as the steam swirls in the air around us, fogging up the mirror.

I grin and nip at her mouth again, helping her get naked. And fuck me. It’s my favorite part of the day. I take a step back and shamelessly check her out while also enjoying her reflection in the mirror behind her. My dick stiffens even more.

Her attention flicks to my cock standing at full attention, and her grin widens. “Like what you see, Colt?”

“You tell me.”

She bites her bottom lip, watching as a droplet of precum seeps from the head.

Yeah. She knows what she does to me. It’s been clear since day one. But having her eyes on my shaft? Seeing the heat in her gaze? Pretty sure it’ll never get old.

“Wanna know what else I think you’ll like?” she whispers. Her toes touch the white tile as she slides off the granite counter and steps closer to me.

“What?”

She drags her index finger against my bare chest and taps it once against my sternum. “The mirror on the closet door you hemmed and hawed over hanging.”

“I don’t use full-length mirrors,” I remind her.

“Pretty sure I can make you change your mind.” With a smirk, she steps away and swings the door separating the bathroom from the walk-in closet almost completely closed. As we come into view, my dick twitches. She leaves the door open enough for steam to escape, so our reflection remains visible.

Her tight ass and long, lean legs make my hands clench as I watch her in the mirror.

Fucking beautiful.

It’s moments like this where I forget she’s mine. Where I’m jealous of the bastard in front of her. Jealous of the guy watching as she slides to her knees in front of him, her big doe eyes peeking up at him.

I don’t deserve this girl.

I’ve never deserved this girl.

But I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let her go.

Her touch is gentle as she presses her hand against my hip and twists me until my ass rests against the counter. Then, she follows suit, her lips a few inches from my aching cock. She glances at the mirror and grins as her eyes meet mine.

“Still think you won’t use full-length mirrors?” she quips.

My attention snaps to the mirror showcasing the girl of my dreams on her knees, her long blonde hair hanging down her back. My balls tighten. My senses are overloaded, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Ash.” I reach toward her and run my thumb along her cheek.




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