The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

28. The Art of Seduction

I stepped into the shower, the hot water stinging at my skin. It was hotter than I usually liked, but I wanted to be sterilized. I carefully put my head under the water, setting my scalp on fire. Tom stepped in after me.

"Jesus fuck." He hissed as the water hit his skin. He quickly stepped away from the stream of water. "I get what you want to do, but lets not burn ourselves in the process." He said turning the knob. The water cooled down. "Don't give me those sad puppy eyes." He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm not going to let you melt us."

He handed me my loofah and grabbed my bottle of body wash. He squirted a glob into his hand and set the bottle down, then grabbed the loofah from me and lathered it up.

"Turn around." He instructed. I did as I was told, and he started scrubbing my back. He scrubbed deep and hard, massaging my muscles. It hurt, but it was worth it. After he was done with my back, he started on my arms. He was doing a good job, my skin stung and was bright pink.

When he was done with my arms, he ran the loofah across the top of my chest, not as hard as he'd done on my back, but rough enough to agitate my skin. He knelt in front of me and ran it down between my breasts, and scrubbed at my stomach. He scrubbed his way down my left leg, then up my right leg. He scrubbed each of my ass cheeks, then looked up at me.

"Are you gonna finish?" I asked him. He stood and carefully scrubbed each of my breasts, then dipped the loofah between my legs. As he scrubbed, with his free hand, he rubbed at the tender flesh of my arms.

Finally feeling clean, I pressed myself against him. He dropped the loofah and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to the top of my head. I pressed my cheek to his chest and clung to him.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, pulling away to look at me. I looked at him. "Such sad eyes." He said. He placed his hand on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his palm. "What do you need, baby?" He asked.

Most men in this situation would go straight to sex as the answer. At no point did Tom express any interests other than taking care of me, which I was thankful for. It put me in control. I had the power right now, and that's what I needed. I'd been invaded, I'd been made to feel weak and helpless.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me. Tom followed, grabbing another towel and playfully dropping it on my head. I lifted it up and peeked out from under it. He smiled and started drying my hair.

I took the towel from him and started drying him off. I started at his shoulders and worked my way down his torso. He started to say something, but I put a finger over his mouth. When we were both dry, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed.

I crawled under the covers and held them up for him; once he was in the bed with me, I snuggled up to him. I placed my head over his heart and just listened to it. It was a soothing sound, it made me feel human.

We stayed silent for a while, then he started to softly sing. I didn't know the song, but it sounded like an old celtic diddy, and it was really beautiful.

I don't know when I drifted off to sleep, but I woke up alone, with the smell of food coming from the kitchen. I got out of bed and stepped into the panties I'd abandoned to the floor earlier, then pulled on his sweater.

He was listening to dance music, which was playing softly, moving his hips with the beat. I leaned on the banister and just watched him. He was wearing just jeans, no socks, no shirt, and he'd left the fly open on his jeans. It was the most casual I'd seen him, and holy fuck it was sexy. I couldn't tell what he was cooking on the stove, but watching him was definitely cooking up my libido.