Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 36

Carrie's POV

Tyler's shower is all white marble with chrome hardware, and is as spacious as my kitchen. He opens the glass door, and I step inside, noticing several showerheads, and all kinds of fancy nozzles and knobs on the walls.

"Your shower has a bench," I comment, noticing the solid marble rectangle at one end of the stall. "Do you get tired in the middle of washing up, and have to sit down?" I joke.

"It's not exactly meant for rest," Tyler informs me, and I'm a little bewildered. But then I notice the wicked smirk on his face, and I realize my naive mistake. Of course, shower sex.

Tyler turns a couple of knobs and warm water pours down from the ceiling. I stand under the flow of water and close my eyes, letting my hair soak.

"You're fucking stunning, you know that?" Tyler says, and I feel his large hands pull me by the waist.

I look up at his face, as water drops slide down his cheeks, and jaw, and drip off his lips, and I can't help but wonder if Tyler knows just how unbelievably breathtaking he is.

"I think you're the stunner," I tell him, honestly.

He gives me a broad smile, and says, "I'm glad you think so. Guess we're a good match then."

As water cascades down our backs, Tyler kisses me, slowly, tenderly, holding me in a tight embrace. He tells me to turn around, and I do, feeling anticipation growing in my belly.

Suddenly I feel a soft soapy sponge glide over my shoulder.

"Keep still," Tyler instructs, as he continues to gently wash my neck, and back. I didn't expect this, but being washed by him feels incredibly intimate, and sensual. He squeezes the sponge over my chest, and the soapy suds slide down my stomach. Tyler reaches around me, and softly massages my skin, placing gentle kisses on my wet shoulders.

I keep looking over at the stone bench, and wondering if we're going to be putting it to use, but then Tyler thrusts a shampoo bottle in my hands, and I snap out of my lusty daydream.

"Here, for your hair," he tells me, and begins washing his own.

I wash, and rinse my hair, and Tyler finishes his own brisk washing routine. Before I know it, he shuts off the water, and hands me a towel to dry off.

I guess there won't be any shower sex after all, and I can't hide the tinge of disappointment.

Tyler wraps a white towel around his hips, and tosses me one of his t-shirts.

"For you to sleep in," he tells me.

"Oh, I thought I should probably head home," I say, and watch him frown at me.

"Baby, come on, stay the night with me," he implores, approaching me close.

I take in his pleading eyes, and his spectacular body, still glistening with wetness, and I start to forget all reason. Nevermind that I don't have any clothes to wear to work tomorrow. I'll just leave extra early to stop by my house before work. I convince myself that spending the night wrapped up in Tyler's arms is worth the early morning inconvenience.

"Okay, I'll stay, but I have to get up early to make it to work on time," I warn him.

"I promise not to make you late," he says, and kisses the tip of my nose.

We get into Tyler's ginormous bed, and he scoops me up in his embrace, spooning me from behind. I love being held by him. It feels so warm and safe.

"Thank you for being so honest with me tonight," I tell him.

"I'll always be open with you," he says, and squeezes me tighter.