Fire Always Burns - By Krista Lakes Page 0,33

I didn't realize how uncomfortable that couch is. I remember it being a better sleeping spot," I answered as I leaned into him. He felt solid behind me, comforting and secure.

"I think that's because you were a lot shorter then," he said softly into my hair. He kissed my head and held me against him, letting the sunlight stream over both of us. "What are you doing for dinner tomorrow?"

"Nothing special. I get off at three, why?" He felt so warm and strong.

"I'd like to make you dinner."

"Seriously? I didn't know you could cook," I smiled, liking the idea of him in the kitchen. He would look cute in an apron.

"I know my way around the kitchen. I've been practicing," he nuzzled his chin into my hair. "So you'll come?"

"Of course. Wild horses wouldn't keep me away."

"Excellent," he said. I could feel him smiling behind me. I wondered what he was up to.

I rubbed my shoulder, the stress of being the town pariah catching up with me. He moved his fingers to rub me there, and I leaned into his touch. "Oh, that feels so good," I said, my eyes closing.

He rubbed for a few moments, before pulling the hair from my ear. "I know the best remedy for tense muscles," he said.

"Oh yeah? What?" I said, ready to believe whatever he said.

"Hot water," he said. He sniffed the air a little bit. "Plus, you need a shower before work, Stinky!"

I turned to face him and looked into his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him gently, then pulled away and smiled. I nodded. He grinned from ear to ear and took my hand, leading me to his bedroom.

His bedroom hadn't changed much since grade school when I spent the night a few times. Plain walls, an X-Men poster over his bed, and the connecting bathroom. It was a little disorganized, but I didn't judge him for it. It was still much better than some other guys' bedrooms I'd been in. He sat me down on his bed, then went into the bathroom. I heard the water start.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should be concerned, Andrew came out of the bathroom. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and I quickly checked out his body. Lifting boxes and doing inventory had given him strong arms and broad shoulders, but I could tell he worked out at the gym as well. His pectoral muscles were well defined, and I found my eyes drawn to them. I hadn't seen him without a shirt on since we went swimming our senior year of high school, and the years had been kind to his body.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I only have so much hot water!" he said.

I smiled and pulled my shirt off. I stood up and pulled my socks off, then worked my jeans off. His eyes were on me the whole time, enjoying what he was seeing. I blushed and hesitated for a moment before pulling my bra off. My breasts were a little on the small size but perky, and I had always liked the way they looked.

As the bra dropped to the floor, I swear I could see Andrew's eyes dilate. I smiled. No man had ever complained about their size, anyway. I walked into the bathroom, wearing nothing but my panties. I leaned into the shower to check the water's temperature, then slid my panties off. I knew his eyes were on my naked body, but without turning around, I stepped into the water and drew the curtain.

A moment later, Andrew entered in behind me. I assumed his boxers were off, but I didn't bother looking down to make sure. He reached past me, his chest pressing against my back as he removed the shower head from the bracket.

With his right hand, Andrew searched for the tense spots in my shoulders and back, while his left hand manipulated the shower head to massage those spots. He had the shower head on a pulsating stream, and every splash of water melted my tension away.

I leaned back into Andrew, and realized I had grown too comfortable. His erection poked me in my backside, and I tensed up immediately. He must have sensed exactly what happened, because he whispered in my ear, "Shh, if you just ignore him, he'll go away."

I giggled and relaxed a little more, and he continued to massage. I reached down and grabbed onto his cock, rubbing back and forth gently. He moved