Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
She smelled of vanilla and chamomile, her favorite scent to use as shampoo and shower cream. It was sweet and natural. I loved that about her.
When my lips grazed the sensitive spot behind her ear, her thighs quaked and she let out a breathy sigh. I missed seeing her like this. Open and carefree. Happy and smiling. The last few days had been a fucking nightmare. The thought itself left me with a dull ache in my chest, and I had to shake my head, forcing myself to push away all the bad, ugly memories.
I focused on her instead.
“If we shower together every day, we’d save water,” I muttered into Valerie’s ear.
She let out a haughty laugh. “I don’t think it’ll work like that. I have a feeling we’d just end up using more water until it runs cold.”
Well, she had a point.
We were both bare of clothing, already slick with water. I could just…slide in between her legs, find her sweet, wet spot and sink home. My dick approved of that idea because it twitched in excitement, pressing between the juncture of Valerie’s thighs. She smacked my arm and moved out of my embrace.
“I’m hungry. Hurry up and let’s shower,” she chastised.
Yeah, sweet girl. I am hungry too. For her body and all the bad things I could do to her.
I leaned back and watched as she put on a show for me. She was sly, my sweet myshka. Valerie knew exactly what she was doing. Teasing me, but not letting me touch her the way I wanted.
She rubbed the shower cream over her body; her pale but slightly rosy skin from the hot water, was now partially hidden by all the soap. The vixen took her nipples between her fingers and teased the tips into tight, straining buds, a dangerous seductive move that almost made me bend her over right fucking there. But she tsked, waving a finger at me as if to tell me to stay where I was.
“No touching, Viktor,” she breathed. “We will be late for breakfast.”
Her hand continued down, past her stomach and more. She spread her legs slightly before she slid two fingers over her lower lips.
“Valerie,” I groaned in warning. Fucking shit. She was testing all my goddamn limits.
Her lips tilted up in return. “Whoops.”
Valerie kept her gaze on me when she removed her hand between her legs. Then she shrugged, quite nonchalantly before washing away all the lathered-up soap.
“You still haven’t showered yet. Don’t just stand there, Viktor.”
She pressed her lips together, hiding her laughter at my mock glare. After quickly lathering up my body too and then washing away all the soap, all in a record-breaking time, we both stepped out of the shower. We wrapped our towels around us, seeking refuge from the sudden cold air.
I grabbed my razor and set to shave off the few days’ old stubble. Valerie took her place on the counter beside me, sitting right next to the sink as she watched me shave. Her towel was still wrapped around her naked body. She regarded me silently, her head cocked to the side, with her wet hair falling over her right shoulder.
“Ayla came to me last night. We had a little talk.”
Suddenly curious, my gaze found hers. “Yeah?”
Valerie’s eyes lingered below my hips for a moment too long and then lifted back to mine. Her cheeks turned pink once she realized she had been caught ogling me. I walked closer to her, where she was still sitting over the vanity and wedged myself between her thighs. “What did she say?”
She shrugged. “She is just not what I expected. She is…sweet and very understanding.”
I found myself smiling at that. Thank fuck for that. Valerie needed someone who understood her, and Ayla couldn’t be better for that. “I knew you two would get along very well.”
She hummed, falling silent once again. Valerie looked thoughtful, and I brushed my fingers over her arms, trying to get her attention. Her skin had turned a little chilly from the cool air and I rubbed my palms over her naked flesh, trying to focus the warmth where she needed them.
“I understand now why you were in love with her.”
Her words had been so sudden, out of the blue, that I stumbled back a step. “What?” I choked out, appalled and suddenly speechless.
“She is the one, right? I remember. You once said you felt something very deeply for a girl but you couldn’t have her. You said she taught you how to feel. It’s Ayla, isn’t it?”
How did she…?
Was it that obvious?
“I thought I loved her,” I started and then broke off, shaking my head. How do I explain this?
Since meeting Valerie and realizing how deep my feelings went for her, I also quickly learned the difference between what I had felt for Ayla and what I was feeling for Valerie. I had simply been fascinated by Ayla. It was more intricate than that, but in simpler words…what I felt for Ayla didn’t hold a candle to what Valerie meant to me.