Chapter 65

CHAPTER 65

RYLEE

" I 'm a mess," he said, pulling back. "I can smell myself. I need a shower."

"Okay." I shrugged. "I can wash your back," I added with a sexy grin.

His eyes widened a bit. Then he chuckled low in his throat. "I could get behind that offer," he said, standing and pulling me up with him. "Or in front, I suppose."

His hand was warm in mine as he led me through the house. I followed him into the master bathroom and quickly turned on the water.

I cocked my head to the side, getting a good look at him in his blue-collar getup. "This is different," I said.

He rolled his eyes. "I looked like a total douchebag yesterday. I had to have these clothes delivered so I didn't look quite so stupid."

"Please don't tell me you wore your Gucci loafers." I groaned.

He grinned, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. "No, but I may as well have."

Seeing his gorgeous chest made me a little hot. I had missed him and his body. He quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down and standing before me in nothing but his briefs.

"Are you coming in fully clothed?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Sorry, just enjoying the show."

"Look all you want," he replied. "This is all yours."

He pushed down his briefs, proving that he meant every word. An appreciative smirk crept onto my face as I watched him step into the shower.

It was my turn to undress and join him. I quickly stripped, joining Simon under the hot spray of water. The steam lifted off our bodies, wrapping us in a comforting warmth. His eyes drank in every inch of me. They were dark with desire yet held a softness that made my chest ache.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to caress my cheek. "Every inch of you."

His words melted me, dispelling any lingering fear or uncertainty. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

I reached for the loofah, dumping a healthy dollop of his expensive body wash on it. I moved to stand behind him and began to wash his back.

The warm water from the shower helped to melt away the grime and sweat from his day of work. His muscles relaxed under my ministrations, his head dipping forward as he allowed me to care for him.

"Feels so good," he murmured, his voice husky over the sound of the shower. I could see the tension draining away from him with each stroke of the loofah over his back and shoulders.

"I aim to please," I replied lightly, sliding my hands lower to soap up his waist. A soft chuckle escaped him as my fingers slipped lower.

"There's no denying you're good at that," he said, a hint of humor in his voice even as I felt his body respond to my touch. "I know I sound like a jerk, but I've never had to do that kind of manual labor. That's exhausting. I think anybody that does that kind of work day in and day out should be millionaires."

I moved around, standing in front of him now. My hands traced a path down his chest, my eyes meeting his as he looked down at me. "Hard-working man," I teased, running the loofah across his chest.

The water was beading on his tanned skin. "I felt like an imposter today, a poser. I don't belong there among those men who put in genuine effort, day in and out. They deserve the world."

I paused, staring up at him, deeply moved by his humility. My gorgeous tycoon boyfriend was standing before me, stripped bare physically and emotionally. All his success, all his wealth, and he now understood what people like me did every day to keep a roof over our heads.

"I love you more for saying that," I murmured, dropping the loofah and wrapping my arms around him. He didn't flinch or move back. Instead, he pulled me closer till I was flush against him.

"You always know how to make me feel better," he whispered into my hair, holding me tight.

I kissed his jaw and pulled back. "Come on, let's get out and I'll give you a proper massage."

His eyes lit up at my offer. "You're spoiling me, Rylee," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

"Only the best for you," I replied. I gave him one last peck on the lips before stepping out of the shower and reaching for one of the plush towels hanging nearby.

I watched as Simon followed me out, water dripping down his chiseled body. I handed him a towel and grabbed one for myself.

I led him to the bed, encouraging him to lie face down while I retrieved a bottle of lotion from the bathroom. I straddled his waist and began spreading the lotion over Simon's broad shoulders. His body hummed beneath my touch, reacting to my every movement.

Concentrating on every curve and crevice of his body, I worked my way down from his shoulders to his lower back with gentle yet firm strokes. He let out a pleased sigh as my fingers worked out the knots in his muscles, his body growing more relaxed under my ministrations.

"Rylee," he murmured, his voice laden with contentment. "You have magic fingers."

I chuckled softly at his compliment, continuing my work on his lower back. "Just wait until I get to your legs," I promised, pouring more lotion onto my hands and spreading it over his strong thighs.

He grunted in response. I let my fingers trail down from his lower back to his calves, working out the knots and tension. The room filled with the subtle aroma of the lotion, a soothing scent that added to the overall serene atmosphere.

Simon was utterly relaxed beneath me, so much so that he had drifted off to sleep. His deep, even breathing filled the quiet room, and a fond smile spread across my face as I slowly moved off him. I was about to get off the bed when his hand reached out and grabbed mine. In a flash, he pulled me onto the bed and moved his naked body over the top of mine.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a husky voice.

"I thought you fell asleep." I laughed.

"Almost," he murmured. "You've healed me in more ways than one." His face was inches from mine, his eyes holding mine. "I love you, Rylee. You've healed my soul."

His words, so sincere and raw, made my heart flutter in my chest. I reached up to cup his cheek, brushing a thumb over his stubbled jaw. "I love you too, Simon," I murmured back.

He leaned down to press his lips against mine, his kiss soft, yet passionate. His hands moved down my sides, tracing the curve of my hips before moving lower.

"I'm so glad you're here," he whispered into my ear. His fingers lightly traced patterns on my skin, an intimate gesture that sent shivers coursing down my spine.

"Me too," I answered, nuzzling into his neck, smelling the clean scent of the shower we just shared. "This is exactly where I want to be."

He hummed against my skin, the sound vibrating through me and making me shiver once again. He kissed me again with his hand moving between my legs.

"Simon," I gasped as his fingers danced over my skin, eliciting a burst of pleasure that made my toes curl.

He chuckled low in his throat. The sound shot straight through me, heightening my senses. "You like that?" he murmured against the lobe of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

His hand continued its exploration, but this time more slowly, more deliberate. Each touch was calculated and precise, designed to drive me mad with pleasure.

"Yes," I breathed out, arching into him as his fingers continued their sinful dance. "Don't stop."

"Never," he growled, pressing a firm kiss to my neck before he moved lower, peppering kisses across my chest and stomach. The room was filled with the sounds of our soft pants and the occasional creaking of the bed beneath us.

His mouth eventually found its way back to mine, claiming it in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

"Simon," I moaned into his kiss, my hands finding their way into his damp hair.

His fingers traced circles around my clit, teasing and exploring until I was practically begging him for more. "Please," I whimpered against his lips.

His finger slipped inside me, finding my entrance hot and slick with desire. He groaned softly against me, clearly pleased with what he found there.

I felt him lift himself up for a moment, only to lower his full weight back down on top of me again as his other hand grasped his hard cock. The head of it teased at my opening, pushing inside slowly, filling me completely. He paused for a moment before sliding in deeper, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him inside me once again.

"You feel so good," he whispered against my ear, his hips beginning to move in slow, sensual thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through me. I was already close. I had missed this so much. Missed him.

I wrapped my legs around him as he picked up the pace, driving deeper into me with every stroke. His teeth grazed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he found a rhythm we both enjoyed. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony.

"Simon," I cried out, throwing back my head as an orgasm ripped through me unexpectedly. "Oh god."

"That's my girl," he murmured. "That's it. You're so wet."

"Please don't stop."

"Perfect, just perfect," he growled, his thrusts growing more erratic as I tightened around him.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he continued to stroke into me deeply. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned my name. I felt him spill inside me.

Simon collapsed onto me, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath was coming out in ragged huffs against my neck, hot and damp on my skin.

I cradled him in my arms, running my fingers through his hair soothingly. We were both panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat, but it had been worth every moment.

"I love you," he sputtered between deep breaths, nuzzling into my neck.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

We fell silent for a while, simply enjoying the close contact of our bodies.

After a few moments, Simon carefully moved off me and lay on his back, pulling me to his side. My head rested on his shoulder, his arm securely wrapped around me as we both savored the afterglow of our love.

"Rylee," he began, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "I'm so glad you're in my life."

I tilted my head to look at him, finding him already staring down at me with such affection that it made my heart swell. "I'm glad I'm in your life too," I replied, grinning up at him.

He chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead before settling back onto the pillows.

"I'm starving," he said after a few minutes.

"I bet you are." I laughed. "You put in a hard day's work."

"I'm going to order something. What are you in the mood for?"

"You," I teased.

He grinned. "Oh, you have me."