Chapter Twelve
As soon as he entered his office, my scent hit him hard. I knew it even before he said a word. Anger, humiliation, and hurt mixed, and I’d let it pour out of me. He’d done that to me with his careless words, and from the look on his face, Kellen didn’t know how to fix it. Standing under the warm spray, I heard the knob turn.
He had his pants and briefs removed by the time he entered the steamy room. The glass enclosure was no barrier between us. I made a startled little gasp when he pulled the door open. “What are you doing in here?” I asked, green eyes moist from my silent tears.
“I’m sorry. Goddess, I’m sorry I fucking hurt you. I’m an asshole of the king of asses.” Kellen pulled me away from the spraying water.
I pushed the wet hair out of my face. “Yes, you are,” I agreed.
Kellen tracked the soap running down the front of my body, watching my nipples bead up before his eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re in the doghouse.” I raked my nails over his chest.
“Woof,” he barked. Happy to see me smile.
“You hurt me.” My smile disappeared.
He pulled me into his arms, forgetting the fact that his body demanded relief. “I know, and for that I’m sorry. I never meant to do that. Sometimes I speak without thinking.”
I nodded against him. “You’re male. I think it’s a flaw of all your kind.”
He felt me smile against him, but my scent was still tinged with the acrid smell of hurt. “Let me make it up to you.” He smoothed his hands in a circular motion down my back.
I snorted. “With sex?”
Kellen pulled back. “No, baby. If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t. It’ll kill me, but I’ll leave you to your shower, but I meant by showing you through actions. I will mess up, but I will always, no matter what, apologize if I’m wrong and make amends to those that I’ve wronged. If they choose not to accept my apology.” Kellen shrugged. “That is on them. I can’t fix stupid.”
I smiled as I pinched his side. “I love you, even though you are sometimes an ass.” I raised up to press a kiss to his lips. Before I could say another word, he maneuvered us, so my back pressed against the tile wall. His mouth covered my sassy one. My quick exhale was taken in by him, and then we didn’t need any other words.
Kellen let his palms roam my wet curves. The soap allowed his hands to slide over every inch of my body. Using his knee, he motioned for me to spread my legs farther, which I quickly complied with.
“Sweetheart, you do know I’ll only tolerate name-calling for a short time, right?” He bent and bit into his mark on my shoulder, loving the uncontrollable shudder that wracked my frame.
“Then what happens?” I wrapped my arms around him.
My breathless words had him ready to fuck and fuck hard. So, not a dominant male thing to do. Well, not one that was in charge. He put a little space between our bodies, his hands finding mine.
“I think I need to remind you who’s in control here.” Kellen pulled my arms above my head. “You think you’re in charge, little girl?” He asked as water rained down on our sides.
I shook my head. “Words, Lake,” he growled.
“No,” I stuttered.
His inner beast wasn’t sure he believed me. “Keep your arms above your head. If you move one inch that I didn’t tell you to, I’ll stop. If I stop, you’ll be punished.” My sweet perfume filled the small space. He licked his lips but resisted the urge to drop to his knees and taste how sweet I was. Instead, he grabbed the body wash off the shelf and poured a generous portion into his palm. After he rubbed his hands together, he started on my hands, then my shoulders, and worked his way down my arms, being sure to clean every inch. Repeating the process with my chest, but skipping over the little buds of my nipples, even though he could see I really wanted him to touch me there.
Pouring more of the scented soap into his palm, he knelt in front of me and worked his hands over my stomach and down my thighs. It nearly killed him to be so close to my pussy and not lean in and lick.
“Lift your foot,” he ordered, placing my right foot on his thigh as he cleaned between each toe.
I giggled. “That tickles.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He tapped my other leg, indicating I allow him to do the same with the left foot. After he cleaned my front thoroughly, he looked up the expanse of my body, making a spinning motion with his finger.
“Turn around. I need to make sure your back is clean.” He expected me to argue. I pleasantly surprised him when I inhaled and then shimmied around in the small space, presenting him with my perfect heart-shaped ass. Damn, he loved my fine ass.
“Pour some soap in my hand.” His words sounded more growl than he’d planned, but I quickly upended the bottle in his palm.
Kellen worked his way from my feet to the apex between my thighs, tracing his fingers between the crevice of my ass. I tensed, looking over my shoulder. “Kellen?”
