Page 88 of Thaw My Heart

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he says quickly, removing his hands. “I didn’t⁠—”

“It’s okay,” I tell myself to breathe, to forget about the fear roaring in my mind. To forget about the trauma.

Breathe Sadie. You’re here with Kit. Kit.

“Sadie, did I do something wrong?”

He did, but he didn’t know. “I just—I don’t like being touched there. On my back,” my voice comes out breathless, panicked. “I’m sorry.”

He hesitates, stepping back. “Sadie, I⁠—”

I grab his hands, placing them on my lower back, ignoring my panicked heart. “Here is good.” I slide them down to my ass, holding them firm. “And here,” my mouth quirks to the side. “You already know I like to be touched down there.”

“Why?” Worry and fear shine in his eyes. “I remember that night when Alaska was⁠—”

I put a finger to his lips, shaking my head. There’s no way we’re talking about that now. Or ever.

I don’t want to remember.

“Please focus, Kit.” He tries to speak, but I press my finger harder against his lips. “Stop thinking. Just be here with me, okay? I want this. I want you.”

He takes a moment, studying me with a pained look in his blue eyes. Eventually giving in with a nod.

In one quick motion, I unclasp my bra and shimmy out of my jeans, thong, and socks, standing naked before him. Heat burns through me as he takes me in, looking at me in a way no one else ever has. A look filled with desire, but softer, kinder than I’ve ever been looked at. Like he sees more than a body, and I’m slightly terrified he can see the real me.

The girl I never want him to see.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he says in awe.

Warm water soaks me from head to toe as I step into the shower, waiting for him to join me. He pulls off the rest of his clothes, slowly, like he’s giving me a show. One that I enjoy. My back hits the cold and smooth surface of the stone tiles as he steps in, causing a shiver to roll through me as his hands fall to my waist. With his body crowding mine, he takes up most of the space.

His finger grazes my right hip. “Lucky you,” he reads the tattoo, chuckling under his breath. “I’ve been waiting a long time to find this tattoo of yours.”

Except I’m too distracted by his dick to comment. It’s truly something to behold. Not only is he the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with striking blue eyes, dark windswept hair, and a body that just screams with sex… but his dick?

God didn’t miss a thing when creating Kit.

I feel like the lucky one.

“What?” he asks with a light laugh, looking slightly self-conscious at my unflinching stare. “Does it not compare to other ones you’ve seen?”

I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him. “Not even close. In a really good way. I definitely would’ve choked on it.” Happily.

He grins, and his lips find mine. Hands sliding over my body, like he’s memorizing it. Slow, steady. Careful not to go anywhere near my shoulder blades. Kissing me as the warm water runs down his back.

It’s intimate. Sweet.

His hand moves to my breasts, playing and squeezing as the other hand moves between my thighs, stroking me until I moan. As good as it feels to be worshipped by him, the waiting game is driving me crazy. I want him to fuck me, and I don’t want him to be gentle about it. Can he not tell I’m practically melting for him? That I’m a horny mess?

“Kit, please,” I cry out breathlessly.

He positions me towards the glass, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around him as he lines himself up. My eyes widen in excitement, heart racing as my back hits the cool glass. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for anything in my life. He enters one inch at a time, eyes boring into mine, as he plays with my clit. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, orgasmic, like all my nerves are on fire as he moves into me.

“Yes,” I cry, feeling myself falling apart with just this.

He smiles and slams all the way into me, filling me deliciously. A loud moan escapes my throat.

“Fuck,” he cries out.