The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 292: Gentle.

"Shikera, Noah wants to..." Ethan felt his breath caught in his throat, as he took in the view before him. Subconsciously, his hand swiped the icon to disconnect the call and he knew it would not be continued anytime soon. He put the phone on the towel stand right beside him.

Standing there in the midst of the fog enveloping the walk-in shower cubicle was Shikera, completely naked and exposed. She had her back turned to him and all his eyes could see was that she was well... wet.

"Fuck," he cursed beneath his breath, willing himself to turn away from her, but his legs refused to move. Instead, they took a step forward.

Shikera turned to face him just at that moment, her eyes blank as if she was not surprised to see him in there.

"Noah wants what? Did he call?" she asked, her soft voice snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. She raised her brows at his unfocused gaze, an attribute which she had never associated to him. What was he thinking?

"Yes...," Ethan trailed off. She was completely facing him now with that cute, innocent expression on her face that made him want to close in on her and erase that look of her face. He wanted her dirty instead of clean, he needed that seductive gaze in her eyes instead of this innocent one presently there and lastly, he needed—

"I’m talking to you, Ethan!" Shikera raised her voice, snapping her fingers in where she was standing. "What are you thinking about right now?"

"Oh I’m sorry," Ethan apologized, not meaning it the least bit. "And yes, Noah called."

"What did he want?" she asked.

His hot gaze travelling down her chest, Ethan replied, "He asked if you told me yet."

"What?! He did not!" Shikera yelled. Her eyes travelled to the phone which Ethan dropped on the stand, and back to his face, noticing immediately that he was distracted. She traced his line of sight to see that he was staring at her belly, coming to a conclusion.

Noah had told him!

She tried to read Ethan’s gaze at that same moment but it was indecipherable, totally not normal. She could not tell if he was angry, disappointed, annoyed, or whatever.

"Ethan..." She called, but received no reply.

"God, he’s angry!" she concluded in her mind as she stepped away from the shower and took quick steps towards him, not minding that her body was currently wet.

"You know what, Ethan? I can—ah!" she let out a loud scream as she took a misstep and slipped on the tiled bathroom floor, falling to the ground. She reached for whatever it was her hand could touch and fortunately and unfortunately, it was Ethan’s half removed belt.

Fortunately because it lessened the pain her fall would have inflicted, and unfortunately because the belt slipped out of his trousers and she still fell after all, into the half filled bathtub.

Splash!

Having no time to think about her fall, she leaped out of the water immediately to hit her head against Ethan’s chest, who had stepped forward to help her out.

"Ouch," she mumbled, rubbing her hand against the affected area on her forehead.

"Why were you so careless? It could have been worse if—"

"Look, Ethan, I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I thought I could..."

"Damn the explanations," Ethan cut her off, his ears zoning out her words while his eyes zoned in on her moving lips as he pulled her up to join their lips together.

Not minding her wet body, he pulled her closely to himself and deepened their kiss, caging her in a wet, french kiss.

Shikera was surprised and wondered what the kiss was about all of a sudden. She wanted to pull him closer and kiss him harder but she could not just discard her worries.

Therefore, she struggled to break the kiss with much difficulties, and asked, "Noah’s call. Don’t think much—"

Ethan interjected, "Who cares about the damned call at the moment? He wanted to ask if you told me something and I said you were in the bathroom. If it’s so important, you can call him later. Just not now."

He bent slightly to continue the kiss as he slowly led her away from the bathtub, out of the bathroom in general. Shikera felt her worries dissipate hearing what the call had been really about.

She could not sigh in relief as Ethan was sucking all her breath away, so all she could do was kiss him back. With as much intensity, want and desire as he did to her. She closed her eyes, letting him guide her out of the bathroom, and only opened them when she felt herself laid on the soft bed.

Looking up, she saw Ethan holding a towel which she had no idea where he had gotten it from. He gently cleaned her body while his eyes expressed impatience, eliciting a chuckle from Shikera’s lips.

"You look funny," she murmured, seeing his questioning gaze.

"Laugh all you want. You’d be crying in a few minutes," Ethan smiled back.

Shikera swallowed in anticipation, feeling her heart skip a beat at his deep baritone voice, husky with desire.

"Be gentle," she whispered. She could not forget her baby in the midst of pleasure.

"I have no intention to," Ethan deadpanned.

Shikera held his hand, forcing a small frown on her face, "Ethan..."

"Alright. I’ll be gentle if that’s why you want," he replied.

By this time, he was already done with cleaning her body so he flung the towel aside and raised her legs up to place over his shoulders.

Maintaining eye contact with her, he found her core with his index finger and plunged his hand deep inside her, leaving a sleek, wet sound in it’s wake.

"Gently...ah..." Shikera gave one last reminder, throwing all cautions to the wind as she surrendered all her body to him.

He promised to be gentle, she thought.