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“Talented dog.”
“He’s a little cocky. Don’t let him hear you say that.”
Beneath my palm, her cheek lifted into a smile. It was an entirely too intimate and completely unnecessary position, so I let her go, narrowing in on my next problem—how to remove her clothes without getting a hard-on. It wasn’t like I’d just spent months jerking off in the shower to thoughts of this woman.
Calm. Comfort. Control. “We need to make this quick. Then I want to get you some food while we call your mom.”
“My mom . . .”
“She’s one of the reasons I’m here. The President, too.” I did my best to hide any emotion from my voice, particularly the worry, because I wasn’t sure if she knew exactly how much trouble she may still be in. “You’re important to quite a lot of people.” Apparently, to me, too.
“My mom,” she said again as if in disbelief. “She asked you for help?”
“Her love for you trumped her hate for me.” I stepped back in the tight space, trying to determine how to get her naked without my cock tenting my fatigues.
“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered, pulling my attention to her face. “Did I say that yet?”
My pleasure didn’t feel like the appropriate response, so I nodded. “How good is your vision without glasses?”
Not sure why that concerned me. It was my 20/20 eyesight that’d be problematic. Keeping myself in check while I stripped her down wasn’t exactly the challenge I’d signed up for. How would I navigate a situation that felt a little too close to fantasy becoming reality?
“Farsighted,” she answered, “but not bad enough that I can’t make out the color of your eyes. Or how you’re looking at me right now.”
“And how am I looking at you?” My voice was far too gravelly, a solid indication my constraint was slipping. We were bordering on having some kind of moment, and there were still too many reasons moments of any kind couldn’t happen between us.
“Like I’m a victim you feel sorry for, and you’re not comfortable taking care of me, but you’re doing it anyway.”
That was the furthest thing from the truth, but I was grateful she couldn’t see the real reason I was struggling. That I was also fighting for that control she claimed to need.
“You’re strong.” I swallowed. “You jumped from that truck to save yourself. That takes guts. You’re a survivor.” You’re also the only woman I seem to want.
At her nod, even if it was a hesitant one, I forced myself to tackle the task at hand.
Calm. Comfort. Control. “Want your hair washed, too?”
“If it’s not too much trouble. I don’t have a lot of energy, but I can try and do this myself.”
“No, I got you.” I located the shampoo—well, what I hoped was shampoo since I didn’t speak Latvian—and squirted it into my palms. “Turn around. Hands on the wall for support.” Fuck. Those orders came out rougher than intended, and my dick twitched when she obeyed them so easily.
Back to me, hands on the wall, she angled her head so her face wasn’t right beneath the small barrel-shaped spout, and I began massaging her scalp. I’d never washed a woman’s hair before, and I had no clue what I was doing, but the little moans of pleasure suggested I must have been doing something right. At least making her feel better.
And making my cock harder. Fucking fuck.
The soapy water ran down her spine and over the curve of her ass. Her jeans, that I’d need to help her remove without going fucking feral, molded tighter to her under the water, accentuating her figure.
“Better?” I asked her when I felt my control waning. Gritting down on my teeth, I turned her into my arms.
Her pupils were still a bit dilated from the drugs, and I wanted to kill those men at the factory all over again.
“Much better.” Her blue eyes dipped to her breasts, and she drew the side of her lip between her teeth. “How do we do this?”
Hell if I know. “One second.” I stepped one boot outside the tub, leaned over to get a facecloth from the counter, then stepped back in. This time I had the good sense to pull the curtain closed in case Griffin got worried and checked on us. I didn’t want Diana to be even more embarrassed by him seeing her half-naked. And I wasn’t exactly sure I would be able to keep my shit together if that happened either.
As I lathered soap on the small cloth, she went for her bra clasp, and completely stole my ability to regulate my breathing.
“Turn around,” I suggested, much rougher than I’d intended. Her eyes went wide and her mouth rounded in a little O, realizing what she’d nearly done in front of me.
Once she was in position with her hands on the wall and her bra removed, I lathered her back, then under her arms, before carefully cleansing any visible wounds. I couldn’t bring myself to move around to the front of her body. Soap up her nipples and not snap? That was a chance I wasn’t willing to take.
