Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

“Can I help?” His voice is low. Husky.

“Help with what?” Suddenly, my mouth feels so dry.

He reaches down and takes the razor from my hand.

Then he bends so our mouths are just an inch apart. “I want to shave this sweet pussy. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

He closes the distance and presses his lips to mine for the first time in nearly a week.

And he tastes like fucking heaven.

My eyes drift closed, and I reach for him, gripping his naked sides, my one hand still slippery with oil.

He drags his tongue across my lips, and I open for him.

As he invades my mouth, I lower my oil-covered hand and close my fingers around his length.

He groans, and his cock jumps in my hand.

The lubrication makes it easy to slide my hand up and down.

To feel him.

To squeeze him.

The fingers of my other hand dig into his side.

He’s here.

He’s here, and he’s naked, and he’s with me.

Something that might be joy bursts inside my chest.

I start to shift closer to him, about to lower my foot, but he grips my hip—holding me in place—as he pulls away.

“Stay.” He thrusts his hips forward once into my grip, then lowers himself to the floor, his dick sliding out of my hand as he does.

Kneeling before me, he’s eye level with my pussy.

“I’ve never done this. But I really want to.” He slides his tongue across his lower lip as he looks up at me. “Will you let me?”

Will I let this sex god of a man shave my vagina?

Yes. Yes, I will.

I shift my weight, rotating my hips and opening my stance, revealing more of myself to his gaze.

His mouth pulls into a wicked smile. “Have I told you how fucking perfect you are?”

I reach down and brace one hand on his shoulder. “Not today.”

Nathan leans forward and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “You’re fucking perfect.” His lips touch my skin with each word.

Then he reaches for the shaving oil I left sitting on the stool next to my foot.

He sets the razor down and uses two hands to dispense oil into his palm.

Steam swirls around us, the water pelting Nathan in the back, but I swear I can still feel his exhale as he leans closer.