“But that’s—” Her mouth opened wide and stayed open.
“A hell of a lot. Yeah, and why not?” He tapped her nose with his finger. “Enough talking for now, let’s take a shower. I can see you’re in need of some tender loving.”
Chapter Twenty
Rebecca felt cherished and wanted as Tyler carried her through to the bathroom then carefully set her down on the floor. When he switched on the walk-in shower, three chromed heads immediately came to life as water gushed from them, cascading in a riot of noise onto the marble shower floor.
Tyler held out his hands, a smile on his face. “Turn around, honey, let me take a look at your butt.”
She laughed easily. “It’s okay. It’s fine.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He swiveled her around then gently smoothed a palm over the heated flesh. After three weeks of crushing despondency, she suddenly felt alive again. That was the effect Tyler had on her. Her heart was full of happiness and love, because she had no more secrets dragging her down to the depths of despair.
She jolted from his touch. “Ouch.”
“Still tender, huh? I’ll go extra easy on you.”
He feathered the back of his hand over her cheek. His amber eyes were all knowing as they delved into the very depths of her soul. “Christ, you’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you.” His words were whispered, and she could almost taste the sincerity in them.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you.”
When he began shedding his clothes, she shouted over the deluge of cascading water, “I’m so happy, Ty. I feel like I’m in a dream. I can hardly believe I’m here with you now.”
“Believe it, Becca, it’s real.” He yanked his T-shirt over his head in a testosterone-charged rush and then slung it into the corner of the bathroom before quickly lowering then discarding his jeans on an adrenaline-fuelled high. “I intend to make you feel every inch of me.”
Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like the soft center of her favorite candy whenever he was around. Fucking hell, although she’d seen him naked many times before, she knew she’d never tire of his wonderful physique. Her man, the man who had come to claim her for his wife, the man who had come to take her home, had a body to worship and adore. She licked her lips, mentally visualizing his strong, powerful thighs pushing hers apart as he entered her, taking what was rightfully his. His huge erection didn’t just defy gravity. It defeated it, bludgeoning it into submission as it rose majestically from his groin with such strength and vigor that it threatened to bang against his gorgeous, flat stomach. Her heart beat fast and her pussy was soaking wet in the knowledge that she would soon be enjoying every inch of him in the shower.
Tyler gave her that look. The one she’d seen many times before. It was a look of pure intent. His powerful shoulder muscles rippled as he guided her under the torrent of cascading water. He followed so closely behind, she felt his huge prick twitching eagerly against her butt crack. Oh, dear God, wasn’t life a lottery? Just a few short hours ago she’d wallowed in a pit of despair. She didn’t care about herself, and without Tyler, she had no future. Yet suddenly, from out of nowhere, she’d been handed the winning ticket and had literally hit the jackpot.
He twisted her around to face him, and she looked up into eyes that reflected kindness and love back at her. After pouring shampoo into the palm of his hand, he began massaging it into her scalp. He laughed, and she knew he’d shaped her hair into two demonic horns. “Ah, I see I have the real Rebecca before me.” He playfully tapped her nose, leaving a blob of white foam behind.
He replaced shampoo with shower gel and began smoothing it over her body. It felt wonderful as the palms of his hands slid almost frictionless across her skin, making it tingle excitedly. He gave her that look again before lathering generous amounts of gel on her belly and breasts. “You’re just perfect, Becca.”
He dropped to his knees, and she took the opportunity to shampoo his hair, while his hands slipped seductively down her thighs and calves before reaching her feet.
When he took hold of her foot, she screamed, “Don’t, Ty, don’t, I’m begging you. My feet are so ticklish. Don’t, don’t, please don’t.”
He laughed again. “Okay, my sub. I’ll show mercy just this once.”
She expelled a loud sigh of relief and breathily said, “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, so much.”
His fingers feathered lightly over her short pubic hair. “This needs to go.”
She returned to massaging shampoo into his gorgeous, thick locks. “I agree. I thought I’d never see you again, and as I could never love anyone else but you, I suppose I just couldn’t be bothered.”