Chapter 133 - Vigorous Rubbing

The other voice in her head protested. 'Wouldn't it be nicer if he was the one doing the vigorous rubbing?'

She heard him laughing. Don't look at him, she reminded herself. 

"If you would just look at me…" he teased. Her eyes flew to him and she glared. How could he make fun of her like this? Wouldn't he be just as flabbergasted if the situation were reversed?

"Can I use the shower now?" she asked hotly. He raised his palm and gestured to her to go inside. She hastily entered and closed the door behind her with a slam. How embarrassing. She would have to get it together when he was clothed and show him who the boss was.

The time spent with him was amazing. They got along well and understood each other's needs. It was so easy to be with him, touch him, and kiss him. She tried to remember a time when she felt this comfortable with a guy she was dating. Not at the beginning of the relationship or after months.

They fit. She turned on the shower and hopped in when the scent of his soap permeated through her senses. Of course, he had brought his own soap, nothing plebian for him (even though he didn't seem like a guy who would care but just imagine him smelling all florally and like her… she would enjoy that but it didn't suit his image). He smelled good. She inhaled deeply as the water ran down her body.

Cage had been n.a.k.e.d in the shower before her. It had only been a few minutes since then. They had spoken of sharing the shower, and she wished that she could have acted on it. She didn't have the courage to barge in.

'What would it feel like to have Cage lather my body in shower gel?' she wondered. 'Heavenly,' she answered, knowing the answer immediately. If it was anywhere near her imagination, she would be more than satisfied.

'It would probably be the best feeling in the world.' But then she stopped. 'Not better than having him inside me,' she thought slyly. 

But then she shook the thought off. There was little chance of her to spend the day with him without salivating over him and melting every time he looked at her. 

For a minute, she was furious at herself. Why did she have to propose to wait until the long weekend that was a couple of weeks away? She could have had him and he wouldn't have protested in the least. Wasn't she torturing herself and him?

At the end of the day, wasn't it about the whole process feeling right for them? It should be tailor-made for them. The pace that they set would be what was best for their relationship and if they wanted to jump each other the minute they met, that was what was going to happen.

Katherine could imagine feeling insecure if Cage hadn't been so vocal about his physical attraction towards her. She was not especially beautiful and if he didn't tell her, she wouldn't even imagine him being remotely attracted to her. She wondered if her insecurity would rear its head if she went slowly. 

But it wasn't the right time to think about all that. 

She wanted Cage and she would have to figure out how to show him. She had to be brave and speak out. While she could have returned his treatment and rushed out of the bathroom in her towel only to discard it in front of him, it wasn't her style. At all. 

No. she needed to be… mature about it. Maybe the wine and the samplers would help create the ambiance. Maybe they could play a game where she could hint at it. The possibilities were plenty. 

She felt the fire in her lower belly and the urge to touch herself. She needed to relieve some tension that had built up over the last day before she could step out and talk to him like a normal human being. She had shared her bed and cuddled with the s.e.xiest man alive on the planet. Sainthood was near, she had never been closer.

She gulped. There were ten fingers… perfect fingers waiting in her room that she could ride and get off on, but she would probably die of embarrassment if she asked him point-blank.

"Hey Cage, I need your fingers in me. I need to come. I can't handle how hot you are."

She shuddered.

She shaved quietly, making sure not to cut herself. She needed to be prepared for him if they took the next step. She was usually a waxing sort of girl, so she had a hard time shaving. She did cut herself quite a few times and the water running over the cuts made her wince. 

'Anything for that c.o.c.k,' she thought sarcastically. She checked to make sure that she had not left any spots and then applied some lotion that Angelina used.

Having finished the routine, she finally touched herself. She played softly, not wanting to make a sound, especially when the shower was turned off. If he heard, it would be no good.

'Or maybe he would take matters into his own hand and everyone would get a happy ending.'

After about half an hour, she finally left the bathroom. She was left unsatisfied because her fingers couldn't do the job. Her brain kept telling her that she needed more. The more she thought about it, the worse her arousal became. She simply had to wash her arousal and sob before she got dressed and left the bathroom.

He was talking in low tones in the living room when she went out. Cage was talking on the phone. His face lit up when he saw her, but his tone remained somber. 

"I can't imagine you would do that knowing that I was invested." Katherine wondered what he was talking about. He looked at her and tapped the spot beside him. She walked over and sat next to him, trying not to overhear.