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But I need more. We can spend time on this another night. I need inside her.
“Need your pussy,” I say, pulling back. “I need to fuck you.”
She gazes up at me, just blinking. Waiting for my next command? I grin. Well, I could get used to this.
“Bed.” I pull her to her feet, and she steps toward the door.
She also strips off her shirt, bra, and panties as she steps out of the shower.
My mouth goes dry as she looks back at me over her shoulder.
Fucking hell. I love every part of this woman, but that mischievous smile she gives me is maybe my favorite part.
She reaches for a towel as she steps out, but instead of wrapping it around her body, she bends over and wraps it around her hair, then straightens, twisting the towel somehow up on top of her head, holding her wet hair.
And I’m still standing like a dumbass under the shower.
But she bent over while naked. Every man on this planet would forgive me.
“You okay, Your Highness?” she asks.
“I’m completely unable to do basic tasks like walk, since all of my blood is now in my cock,” I tell her.
She laughs as she reaches for another towel. Presumably to cover her body.
I quickly shut off the water and get out as well.
I crowd close to her on the bathmat, reaching past her for a towel.
And that’s when I see it. The honeybee tattoo. Previously I was too preoccupied, and I’d forgotten to look. But there it is. At the base of the back of her neck, where her hair usually hangs. That’s why I’ve missed it so far.
I lift my hand and trace the pad of my finger over the ink.
She shivers and turns.
“Found it,” I say softly.
She smiles. “I was thinking about giving my bee a flower. Maybe a trifolium dubium. It’s a clover.”
I nod. I actually know this one. “It’s planted all over Cara. It’s the one that is most often called a shamrock.”
She turns, her smile growing. “Yes. Its yellow flowers attract bees.”
I’m in the bathroom, naked, having just had a partial blow job from her, but my throat feels tight with emotion and I can only nod.
“No words?” she teases, softly, her eyes soft.
I shake my head and lean in to kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her, carrying her to bed. I don’t care that we’re both still wet.
I toss her on the bed and lean over, tugging the towel from her hair. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” I start kissing her neck, then down to one breast, where I suck a nipple into my mouth. “I’m so goddamned grateful I have you, Abigail.”
She arches closer, her hands going to my head. “Torin.”
“Need you, princess,” I tell her gruffly, switching to her other breast, as my hand slides down her belly and between her legs. I slip one finger inside, just to the first knuckle. “So wet,” I praise. “You need something too?”
She nods. “You.”
