Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~42~

[Pause cause this little scene had me giggling.]

His hand in mine, we walked upstairs. I was going to head to my bathroom but he tugged me towards the opposite end of the hall. Leading me to his room. Everything was dark, I couldn't see anything. He led me into his bathroom, turning the light on. I had to hold back my gasp at the gorgeous bathroom. A beautiful black shower with white accents to it, matching the sink. Everything in here screamed Atticus.

I felt his hands tentatively hitch my shirt up. I let him pull it off of me, allowing him to remove my bra also. His fingers tucked in the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, getting on his knees in front of me to carefully pull them off my ankles. He left my underwear on, placing small, slow kisses on my legs, lifting one of my legs just high enough to kiss my ankle.

He moved up, pressing one to my knee and then to my thighs, his lips moving over the scars on my upper thigh. He kissed them so gently I could hardly feel it. He moved, repeating his actions to my other leg. I was tempted to run my fingers through his hair but I refrained myself. He stood, removing his pants.

Only now had I realized he was shirtless. His torso was so perfectly defined, tattoos dancing around on his flesh. Dancing over his chest and down his arms, climbing over his shoulders. I stared at them for a moment, feeling his eyes on me as I looked him over. He gently removed my underwear, leaving me bare in front of him. He nodded towards the shower, gesturing for me to get in first. I turn on the water, letting the cold water hit me. I figured he'd want warm water so I adjusted the temperature.

I felt a chest press to my back, something else pressed to my ass. His arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. He peppered kisses up from my shoulder to my cheek.

"How can you shower in hot water?" He chuckled softly, dodging away from the water. I quirk an eyebrow before turning it cold again. "I didn't mean it like that."

"No, it's fine. I prefer cold showers too. I figured you liked warm." I whisper, leaning back into him. I desperately wanted to turn around and look at him. But really look at him. I could feel every ridge of his body against mine, the way his muscles flexed whenever he moved, it was all so tempting.

His face buried itself into my neck, peppering small kisses up my neck. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. All the events of today left my mind. Right now, it was just me and him.

The smell of tobacco that licked his skin filled my nose, the smell overwhelming but addicting. Normally the smell would bring back memories. But now, it only made my core warmer.

"I hope you're fine with smelling like me." He mumbles, reaching over and grabbing his body wash. I smile softly and nod. His arms remained wrapped around me, allowing me to watch as he put the body wash on his hands. I grab the bottle from him, letting him use both his hands. He slowly runs his hands against my body, starting from my upper thighs to my stomach. His large hands were gentle as they carefully moved over my breasts, pulling me more for back against him.

I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back against his shoulder, relaxing against his touch. I felt one of his hands gently grip my throat, his thumb and middle finger on my pulse points. He rubbed the soap behind my ears and behind my neck before moving to my armpits.

I jerk away from him, giggling. He grins at me and shakes his head. He gently pulls me back to him, pressing a slow, calm kiss to my lips. Everything about this felt so... intimate. So normal.

"May I touch you?" He asked against my lips, I breathed in softly before nodding. "Baby."

"Yes. You can." I correct myself, feeling his chest rumble with a hum. His hands reach around me, rubbing the soap into my back before moving down to my rear. His lips still on mine.