Ethan (Alluring Indulgence #5)(56)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Unable to speak, he pressed another kiss to Ethan’s lips, seeking the warmth and reassurance that he found in this man’s arms.

“Turn around,” Ethan instructed again and this time Beau complied.

“Move back under the water.”

Beau inched backward beneath the shower spray until he was once again flush with Ethan’s body, back to chest.

“Ok, now move forward again.”

Beau laughed but did as he was told.

Tenacious fingers were suddenly in his wet hair, kneading his scalp in the most sensual way. He clamped his mouth closed to keep from groaning out in ecstasy. Several minutes later, Ethan was pulling him back under the water, the soap rinsing out of his hair and down his body. Once the suds all seemed to have washed away, Ethan was pressed up against him again, this time his mouth was on the back of his neck and instinctively, Beau reached around behind him and clasped onto Ethan’s firm thigh to steady himself.

That simple touch, Ethan’s lips against his neck, had his body forgetting all about the sheer exhaustion from earlier and instantly hoping for a replay. His muscles were no longer tired; the nerve endings were sparking like they were gearing up for a marathon.

With his other hand, Beau reached behind him and gripped the back of Ethan’s head, holding him closer, never wanting him to stop. Ethan’s hands slid around his body, his palms caressing his chest slowly.

“I figured for sure you’d be sore,” Ethan said softly, his mouth close to Beau’s ear.

“You’d think,” he said, unable to find words. Truthfully, his ass was a little sore, but not in a bad way. It was a constant reminder of the most incredible experience of his entire life.

Twisting in the circle of Ethan’s arms, Beau turned to face him, cupping Ethan’s face with his hands and leaning in to kiss him. What he expected to be laced with the ferocity of their renewed need turned out to be gentle and tender and… oh, God. Beau pushed Ethan up against the tile wall and crushed his body against his.

Ethan’s fingers were digging deep into the muscles of his back.

When they had to finally come up for air, Beau took a step back and smiled at Ethan. “Turn around.”

A knowing smirk was the last thing he saw on Ethan’s face before he turned instantly to face the wall. Grabbing the same bottle Ethan had used earlier, Beau filled his palm with shampoo and proceeded to wash Ethan’s hair, paying particular attention to his scalp the same way Ethan had him. Not content with stopping there, Beau grabbed the bar of soap that was sitting in the soap dish and inserted it between his hand and Ethan’s skin. From there, he worked the bar into a lather over his skin, paying close attention to every angle and crevice.

As he went, Beau studied the tattoo across Ethan’s back. He could easily read the words now, and he recognized them as a Shakespeare quote: This above all: to thine ownself be true. Beau was tempted to question Ethan about it, but decided against it for the time being. He had a feeling there was a deeper story associated with the selection, and he certainly wanted to understand what it was, but he also knew there was a time and place for everything.

Returning his attention to ensuring Ethan was squeaky clean, Beau moved the soap over his chest. When he worked his way down over Ethan’s stomach and lower, he was pleasantly surprised to notice Ethan’s cock was hard. “That feel good?” he whispered against Ethan’s ear, inhaling the musky scent of Ethan’s skin.

Without a response, Ethan’s head fell back, his cheek brushing against Beau’s as he held him there, allowing him to get closer. Still rubbing the bar of soap against Ethan’s cock, Beau used his other hand to grip Ethan’s chin, turning his head so he could easily access his mouth. Before he knew it, they were chest to chest once again, their mouths fused together as another explosive kiss detonated upon impact.

Beau had never known a kiss like Ethan’s. Nothing compared to this.

“We need to finish up here,” Ethan said when they broke apart a short while later.

“Worried we’ll run out of hot water?” Beau teased.

“No, I’m worried I’ll have you bent over in this shower.”

Beau didn’t see an issue with that scenario. In fact, a mental image sprang to mind, and he gripped the length of his cock.

Ethan retrieved the bar of soap from Beau’s hand and finished washing his own body and then took it upon himself to do the same to Beau. By the time he was clean, his legs were ready to give out, and his cock was a steel rod standing tall and proud between them.

After the water was shut off, Ethan grabbed two towels from a cabinet on the wall just outside of the shower and tossed one over to Beau. With brisk movements, he managed to dry himself in record time and was following Ethan back into the bedroom.