Rejected: A love story-Chapter 81: How would you like to strip me in the shower?

Chapter 81: How would you like to strip me in the shower?

They slipped into Nathan’s room with the quietly. They were like0 two people who couldn’t stay away from each other even if they tried. The door clicked shut behind them, and before Fiona could take a breath, Nathan already had her gently pressed against him, his hands firm on her waist, hers wrapped naturally around his neck.

He kissed her deeply, like someone who had been deprived for days.

Nathan leaned his forehead against hers, breathing softly.

"You really outdid yourself tonight," he murmured, his thumb brushing her waist. "The whole thing... I haven’t seen them that happy in a long time."

Fiona smiled, clearly blushing. "You needed it."

He kissed her once more, slower this time, then pulled back just enough to whisper near her ear, "I should freshen up before I get carried away."

Nathan pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, lingering a little too long to be casual, then finally let go of her waist.

"I’ll be quick," he promised with a smile that made her heart melt.

Fiona watched him disappear into the bathroom, hearing the soft click of the lock, then the sound of water beginning to run. She sank onto the edge of the bed.

For the first time in days, she wasn’t shaking.

Ella’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind:

"If you won’t tell him... at least enjoy the week you have left."

Fiona swallowed, her fingers twisted in her lap.

She had a week, only a week.

She blinked rapidly, forcing the heaviness away, this wasn’t a moment for fear because she might never get it again.

This was a moment she wanted to hold, a moment she wanted etched into her memory—that was the whole reason behind the family get together stuff.

The shower continued running, steam lightly fogging the thin gap under the bathroom door.

She took a deep breath, lifted her head, and raised her voice slightly.

"Nathan!"

She called but got no response—just the sound of water.

She tried again, louder this time. "Nathan!"

The water shut off abruptly.

"What did you say?" Nathan called from inside, his voice muffled.

Fiona felt a smile tug her lips, a playful one.

"I said..." she continued, "you should reward me for coming up with tonight’s idea."

There was silence, then the faint sound of him laughing under his breath.

The door didn’t open, but she could picture the expression he wore—the slow smirk, the amused raise of his brow, the warmth in his eyes.

His voice came out low, edged with that soft teasing that always made her blush.

"Reward you, huh?"

Fiona bit her lip even though he couldn’t see her. "Yes. I think I deserve it."

There was another silence, she could almost feel him smiling.

Then Nathan said, gently.

"I’ll reward you, cupcake."

His tone dipped just slightly.

"Don’t worry. I know exactly how."

Fiona’s heart raced with excitement as she got up from the bed, her feet barely making a sound. The steam from the bathroom was like a warm invitation. She stopped at the door, her hand kinda hovered then turned the knob without knocking, walking in.

Nathan stood under the spray, water flowing over his broad shoulders and down his toned chest, rivulets tracing the lines of his muscles.

He turned at the sound, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn’t move—just watched her.

"What are you doing?" He managed to ask.

She bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as the misty air clung to her skin.

"How would you like to strip me in the shower?" she asked, her voice a playful lilt edged with desire, and her eyes locking onto his.

Nathan gaze stayed on her, like he was wondering where she got the courage from. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Fiona seeing he made no move stepped under the stream, the warm water soaking her dress instantly, turning the thin material translucent. It plastered to her body, outlining the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked visibly through the wet cloth. She shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of his stare, the way his eyes roamed over her like he was memorizing every inch.

He didn’t touch her yet, just stood there, water pounding between them.

"What now? Are you star-struck?"

She reached for the hem of her dress, but Nathan shook his head, stepping closer.

"Let me," he said, his hands finally landing on her waist, and his thumbs circling the soaked fabric.

Slow and deliberately, he pulled the dress upward, the material resisting at first from the water, then sliding over her hips, exposing the soft curve of her belly, the lace of her panties clinging damply. He lifted it higher, over her ribs, until her breasts spilled free—nipples begging for attention.

The dress came off her arms, and he tossed it aside, leaving her in just her soaked underwear, water streaming down her skin in rivulets.

Nathan’s hands returned, tracing her sides, then cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples in light circles that sent sparks straight to her core.

"You’re so...beautiful," he whispered, leaning in to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues were tangling as the water poured over them. Fiona moaned into it, her fingers digging into his wet hair, pressing her body against his—feeling the hard length of him slide against her thigh.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking gently at the pulse point while his hands worked her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, fully bare now, her pussy exposed to the warm spray, already slick with arousal mixing with the water. Nathan dropped to his knees, his eyes level with her mound, and looked up at her with that protective hunger that made her feel cherished and desired all at once.

"Turn around," he said softly, and she did, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. His hands spread her ass cheeks, and his thumbs parted her folds from behind, and then his mouth was on her—tongue licking a slow stripe up her slit, tasting her sweetness amid the water.

Fiona gasped, pushing back against him, her body arching as he sucked her clit into his mouth, gentle at first, then firmer, building that slow burn of pleasure.

Nathan’s fingers joined in, one sliding inside her tight heat, curling to stroke her inner walls while his tongue flicked relentlessly. She whimpered, the vulnerability of the moment crashing over her.

He hummed against her, the vibration making her thighs quake, and she came undone, clenching around his finger as waves of release washed through her, her cries echoing off the steam-fogged walls.

He stood then, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his dick pressing insistently against her ass as he kissed her shoulder.

"My turn to reward you properly," he murmured.