Chapter 225: Ignore It

Chapter 225: Ignore It
Chapter 225: Ignore It 

Riccardo

Angelia had already gotten into the shower when I walked into the bathroom and I had to stop for a second because the sight of her like this, in the nude with water running down her body took my breath away. She had her back to me, facing the water and I wanted to devour the view in front of me, how her wet hair hung down her back, the tips of it mere inches from the top of her ass. The water from her hair sent droplets down her skin, following an intimate trail between her ass cheeks that I wanted to follow with my fingers.

I wanted to stare, to devour, to feast on the vision she was giving me, but I forced myself not to. She didn't need a fucking creep, just love and care for now. Not waiting for an invitation, I started to undress, like she sensed me behind her, she turned, giving me a whole new image that almost made me swallow my damn tongue. I had to bite my lips to focus on not staring at her body, but I couldn't not notice the hard tips of her breast or how her breast heaved when she breathed. My jaw ticked, where before there had been a belly pouch that I found sexy as hell was now a too flat stomach.

I wasn't a hater of any kind of body type, but I did prefer my girl with a little more meat on her, though. I think it was more so because that was how she was naturally when she was healthy and happy. This weight loss was a synonym of her stress and fear. All I wanted was her like she had been, a little bit anxious, a great deal shy but who was brave enough to do what she wanted despite it. And when she was happy, she glowed so bright that I didn't see stars because her beauty surpassed them. The longer I watched her, the more her skin pebbled beneath the rushing water. With the steam rising from the shower, I knew it wasn't from the cold. For a moment, it looked like she wanted to cover up, but our girl took a deep breath as she forced herself to relax. Good girl.

Slowly as if I were giving her a personal striptease, I unbuttoned the top button on my shirt and then another, gradually showing her more of my body. After going so long without her attention, I wanted to bathe in her gaze. Dropping the shirt on the floor, I started on my pants. I had taken to wearing jeans instead of my usual suits, wanting something more casual now that I was letting someone else handle the day-to-day business of my club while I did what works I could at home, between tending to my bunny.

I popped the button of my pants, a smirk painted my lips when she swallowed heavily and her mouth opening in a soft pant as her eyes were following every movement of my hand. Down my hand went, opening the zipper and her eyes followed. Her tongue wetted her lip, ending with a bite as I pushed my pants along with my boxers off. My dick was hardening from her attention, fucking thirsty for it but I bit my teeth and tried to get myself to calm down, not wanting her to get the wrong impression. I wasn't joining her for a fuck, or a blowjob or a damn handjob. I just wanted to take care of her, but this fucker was doing a poor job of convincing her of that.

“Ignore it,” I said, echoing the first time I shared a bath with her, the night we had signed the contract for her to be our submissive.

Her eyes brightened before her pupils enlarged when she looked back up and I knew she was remembering that night too. The memory of the night seemed to both make her happy and horny, if the way she was pressing her legs was any indication.

“It is kind of hard to ignore it when it is so…hard.” She joked huskily and my heart fucking pitter-patter because she was joking.

It was such a little thing but that glimpse of her inside of the wall she had erected because of the trauma she was going through, it was like my birthday and Christmas all wrapped up into one. Gosh, I miss her. I couldn't keep myself from her any longer, not when she was looking at me like she used to, with want and longing. Five steps and I was by the shower door, another two and I was standing right in front of her. My chest heaving, fighting against my need to take her into my arms and remind her who she belonged to. She used to mine, she used to be ours and she would once again.

As if to resign my silent promise, she gave me a look I couldn't yet decipher before she arched her back, so the top of her head was under the stream. Her breasts were just inches from pressing against my chest and I wanted and needed to feel the tips of her nipples against me with each breath she took. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as some of the water ran down her face. She looked fucking divine like this, with her hair swept back and her face relaxed for once. When I had caught her asleep a while ago, her skin looked too pale but now it glowed softly. Her cheeks held a nice red tint to it, and her lips had gained color as well. I knew some of it was from the warmth of the shower, but the way her gaze had brightened, it couldn't all be attributed to the warmth. She was getting back to us.

She opened her eyes again, water clung to her eyelashes but she ignored it as she watched me watching her.

“Well,” she began, breathlessly holding eye contact and swallowing tightly, hesitantly like she was daring herself to shake off her shyness.

“What are you waiting for?”