Groomed For Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari (best books to read all time txt) 📕

The fact that it’s a twofer, that I get the man and his magnificent body… Oh. My. God.

But before any of that, before I give myself to him completely, he wants to dry me off.

It’s a huge tub, but no way both of us can fit in here and do what we want to right now.

Maybe later. I tell myself, filing away the mental image of Parker filling me balls deep from behind as I hang my ass over the side of the old cast iron tub.

For now, though, he has the robe and towels I only recently noticed he deliberately left out from my treat so I’d call him in here.

He strips completely naked for me first though.

Knowing I’m still shy, he wants to show me that there’s nothing he’s hiding or maybe even a little shy of either.

If that’s at all possible.

I try not to focus too much on his bobbing hardness as he strips, but it’s kinda hard to miss.

There are his rippling arms, chest, and shoulders. Abs of course.

If it were anyone else, anywhere else, I’d be rolling my eyes but Parker carries it so naturally, so well.

He deserves it.

With no more masks or costumes for us to hide behind, it’s like we’re meeting again for the first time and I can’t help but notice his eyes are on mine the whole time.

He sees me, not just my body, and once I get over the orgasm-inducing shock of the sight of him totally naked, it’s his eyes I get lost in most of all.

Kind of.

Sort of.

Okay, I peek at his body a bit, but once he helps me out of the tub and starts to dry me off, I can’t help but let my hands wander, meeting the firm lines and curves of his own body every chance I get.

His hands exploring all of my curves, even though they’re soft as butter compared to his.

The towel is huge, soft, and smells great like everything Parker owns or touches.

It’s like he’s distilled his perfect male essence into a bottle and sprayed the whole world with it around him without it being too much, always just enough.

“I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” I tell him, my teeth almost chattering as he pats my naked chest with the towel for the tenth time.

Sensations exploding in my nipples with each pass and my knees becoming weaker by the second.

If there’s such a thing as torture by foreplay, this is it.

A slow dry down slash rub down from a god of a man who’s naked to boot and as hard as hell the whole time…

God, I love him.

I actually love him. I know I do.

He’s so coy, only answering me whenever I say anything with a gentle kiss of his lips against mine.

The slight stubble on his chiseled chin tickling my face and passing another thousand volts of electricity he has pulsing through his veins deeper into my own body until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.

As perfect as all this is, if he doesn’t touch me down there soon, I’m gonna… I don’t even want to find out.

And I don’t have to wait a second longer either.

Parker knows just what his girl needs, and his timing is perfect as always.

He’s dried me off a long time ago, but I’m all wet again between my legs once his huge hand slips between my thighs, cupping my swollen pussy in one movement as his other hand grips my neck, pulling me towards him as he kisses me like he means business this time.

No more games.

No more teasing.

This is it.

I know he’s gonna claim me, and if it’s here on the bathroom floor or in the middle of the damned street, I really couldn’t care less right now.

“I want you, Parker. Want to be yours,” I hear myself whimper, my voice trembling in time with my legs that feel like they’ll go out from under me at any second.

“You’re just so perfect,” he whispers back, kissing me so light, so tender.

His hand tracing my pussy lips as his own lip press what I swear is the gentlest, most intense kiss any man could be capable of against my mouth.

It could be on the bath mat, maybe the kitchen table again.

But Parker only smiles.

“I love you, Naomi. And I want to take you to bed now. Our bed,” he says softly, taking his hands away just long enough to wrap me in a huge robe I know was made to fit him, and he scoops me up yet again.

The whole house is quiet, and semi-lit. I hadn’t noticed the candles all through the house before, but he’s obviously been busy while I’ve been in the tub.

“Moose is busy with his dinner, and ours can wait,” he whispers in my ear, taking it gently in his mouth as he starts to climb the stairs.

Back to the bed, I saw before, but without his dog in it this time.

Freshly made, with crisp white linens and a dark coverlet, pillows stacked so high he could toss me straight onto it.

But he lays me down, gentle as a lamb.

A single candle flickers on each side of the bed as he stroke my hair back from my face as I grip his neck, pulling him on top of me.

I don’t want to wait another minute let alone another day without Parker claiming me as his own.

We both know already that I’m his and he’s mine.

From now on it’s just us.

And Moose, of course.

I’ve never felt a softer bed, never felt a firmer anything as my hands trace his forearms and then run up them, like tree trunks as he holds his weight over me perfectly.

He’s worried he’ll crush me, I guess, but it’s his body on mine I crave. Skin on skin, and his thick manhood inside me above all else right now.

The moment I know I thought would never come.

The day I become a real woman.

His woman.

“Just tell me this