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"Step in," she ordered softly, her gaze not meeting mine. She was trying so hard to maintain a semblance of normalcy amidst our chaos; it made me want to hold her close and reassure her that it was okay for her to be scared too.
"By myself? Feels like I'm at a disadvantage."
"You need to recover your strength," she said.
"Right," I replied. "I'm sure seeing you naked will help."
She rolled her eyes and helped me into the shower before turning around to give me some semblance of privacy. "You're impossible, Hassan."
"Only for you, Justice," I retorted back, my heartbeat thumping rhythmically against my chest as I allowed the warm water to cascade over my body. The heat seeped through my pores, relaxing my aching muscles and washing away traces of lingering smoke.
I could hear her sigh deeply from behind me. "Are you okay?" she asked again. I didn't respond; I just closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of water against my skin. When she didn't get an answer, she turned back to face me, her brows furrowed in worry.
"I'm okay," I reassured her, opening my eyes to meet her gaze. Her eyes softened with relief and she smiled faintly. "Lonely."
"I’m sorry, I just…I don't have much time," she said. "I need to meet up with Bash. We have a meeting with the wedding planner..."
"Hey," I said, cutting her off. "Thought we weren't going to talk about your wedding plans."
"Sorry," she said, her cheeks reddening. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Well, if you don't want me to exert myself, you could get down on your knees."
She bit down on her lower lip, her eyes darkened with desire. "That right?"
"Absolutely," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as the playful banter started to morph into something else–something that had heat simmering in my veins and my heart pounding in my chest. "Take your clothes off first. I want to see."
She let out a breathless chuckle, that familiar twinkle of mischief shimmering in her eyes. "Only if you promise to be a good patient and take it easy."
"Cross my heart," I replied, my voice gravelly.
Her figure silhouetted against the bathroom light was a sight to behold as she began to undress. Each movement was deliberate, her eyes locked with mine, daring me to look away. Her shirt fell to the floor first, revealing the delicate curves of her body outlined by her bra. There was the faintest of pauses before she reached for the clasp, but when it finally fell away, I caught my breath at the sight of her in all her glory.
She stood there for a moment, letting me drink in the sight of her. Then she smirked and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. Slowly, agonizingly so, she slid them down her hips and stepped out of them. All that remained was her lace underwear. A moment passed. She hesitated, then slid those down as well, until she stood before me, bare in every sense.
I extended my hand to help her into the shower.
The water cascaded down on her, making her skin gleam under the soft bathroom light. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted—no, needed—to touch her. As much for my sanity as for my lust.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was husky from desire and the steam filling the room only added to our intoxication.
"Yes," I managed to rasp out. I reached out then, pulling her closer until our bodies were pressed together. I kissed her softly, then nibbled on her lower lip. "Get on your knees."
I watched as she sank gracefully to her knees, the water rolling down her body in rivulets. The sight was nothing short of beautiful. My heart pounded against my chest, and I could feel my desire for her pulsating through my veins.
It was enough to make me forget about the burns.
Forget about everything.
That was what kept me coming back.
Her hands skimmed up my thighs, gentle yet firm as they traced their way up. Her gaze never left mine–fierce yet tender, challenging yet inviting. A shiver ran down my spine.
Then she was touching me, her fingers wrapping around my arousal–a touch so familiar and yet always thrilling. I hissed in a sharp breath, the sensation shooting straight to my core as she started to move her hand. The slow, languorous strokes were torturous–as if she was testing my patience.
She chuckled softly when I growled at her teasing touch, her grip tightening around me. "So impatient," she chided playfully, mischief glinting in her eyes. And then she leaned forward till I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin.
"Justice," I moaned, clutching at her shoulders for support. All thoughts of self-control were rapidly evaporating from my mind at the scent of her mingled with soap and steam–sweet and intoxicating. Her mouth moved over me with such divine precision that my head was swimming. My body tensed as she increased her pace, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
