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“Yes, but you do have your face in my tits.”
He looked up at me and he was all sinful cockiness. “Would you rather it was somewhere else?” he asked.
I bit my lip against a full-blown smile. “I’d like equality of the sexes.”
He dropped me to my feet quickly but was there to make sure I didn’t fall. “Equality, love?” he said as he pulled off his jacket. “Our world’s not well known for equality.”
“I’mpainfullyaware,” I told him as my hand went to the bottom of his tee.
It was plastered to his body, and I took a second to admire the pattern of his tattoos showing bright through it before starting to peel it off him.
“This would have been easier if you hadn’t got wet,” I muttered as I struggled with the material.
Valen put his hand under my chin and tipped my face to his as he leant down towards me. There was a softness about him that I didn’t associate with Valen Kincaid, but it was so subtle I wondered if I was imagining it.
“And where would the fun be in that?” he asked cheekily before winking and helping me pull the offending garment over his head.
I ran my hands over his body. I didn’t think I’d ever be sick of it. The way his muscles twitched as I brushed my fingers over them. The way the shifted as he moved. I looked up at him and just wanted to savour the moment for a second.
“What?” he asked me, stepping closer and running his hands up my back.
“I’m just…” Did I dare to tell him? “I’m glad you’re here.”
“You are?”
I nodded. “Yes.” I slid my hand up his body to cup his cheek. “I need you, Valen,” I whispered.
Something changed in him, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was. He kissed me, deep and strong, as he held me tightly. My arms wound around his shoulders and my fingers played with his hair.
My hands were the first to drop and search for his jeans button without breaking our kiss. Valen finally pulled away from me, looking down at me through the water of the shower with a smouldering intensity that threatened to set me on fire. Everything in me zinged at the mere thought of his touch, and he seemed to realise that. He flicked his wet hair from his eyes and made short work of getting his boots and rest of his clothes off before joining me back in the shower.
He lifted me up, positioning his cock firmly between my legs. The whole moment was swirling with a delicious tension that I’d never felt with him before. There was something different about it, about us. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. And I didn’t want to. Whatever it was, I embraced it right along with him.
He slid into me slowly and we held each other close as he thrust into me. It was slow and powerful as we kissed or just stared into each other’s eyes. A message was being conveyed between us and I didn’t need to know what the words would have been to know the way it left me feeling.
Water dripped off Valen’s hair over his face as he looked at me through it, but neither of us paid it any mind aside from me thinking it just made him look incredibly sexy.
It was all slow burn and passion and something I came very close to calling love. The pleasure built in me slowly and only overtook me as finished with me. Still, he kissed me, like he didn’t want it to be over, and I wrapped my whole body around his like I’d never let him go.
But eventually, he pulled away and gently lowered me to the floor again. Wordlessly, I reached for the shampoo, cognizant that I was actually in need of a shower, and he only gave me enough space to do my thing as he could while still keeping two hands on my body at all times. His touch wasn’t fire. It wasn’t seduction. It was connection. It was the kind of warmth that didn’t fade when he left.
We washed ourselves and each other, sharing a smile when he got shampoo in his eye and surprised me with the wimpy way he handled it.
“You kill people and you’re complaining about a bit of shampoo in your eyes?” I laughed as I helped him wipe his eye clean when we were out of the shower.
My laugh was mirrored in his eyes, a bright grey that shone so much it was almost silver. “Nothing – no blade or fist or bullet – hurts like getting shit in my eye.”
“Are you all right?” I teased, pouting.
Valen wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “I’m fine,” he growled, and it was almost in danger of being playful.
I brushed my fingertips over his cheek as I looked him over. “Are you afraid of being human around me?” I asked softly.
“Scared isn’t the word I’d use,” he replied, just as softly and I felt a smile rise at my lips.
“Will you ever tell me what the word is?”
“Hesitant,” he said slowly.
