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After shutting myself in the bathroom, I braced my hands on the counter and gave myself a minute to calm down while the water warmed. When I lifted my head and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, I cringed.
A mass of tangled hair about the size of a dinner plate stuck out from the side of my head. I gingerly touched the sticky web. He’d saturated it. How was there so much? How many times had he come?
I frowned at myself. Had I escaped one manipulative, controlling monster only to end up with another one? Turik knew damn well I wasn’t interested in anything sexual. That I’d only wanted undisturbed sleep. What happened to consent? How could he ignore everything that I’d told him?
Probably because, for the first time in his life, he’d experienced a woman cuddled up to him and would have rather chewed off his own arm than give up the experience, a little voice inside of me whispered.
Hadn’t he admitted as much?
The frown disappeared from my face as I tried putting myself in his shoes.
Turik hadn’t actually done anything wrong. I’d fallen asleep on him. His choice not to wake me had been made in consideration for me. How was he supposed to know that I’d nuzzle his groin in my sleep and he’d explode all over my hair?
Vorx, however, was another story. He’d definitely gone against everything I’d asked of them when he’d stared at me while I slept. I still had a right to be mad about that. Yet, that little voice whispered to me again.
Of course, he’d stared. Hadn’t I stared long and hard when the fey first arrived at Whiteman Air Force Base?
Feeling a bit of guilt for my part in the whole mess, I removed my shirt with care so I wouldn’t get it dirty and got into the shower. I’d only just closed the door when I heard someone enter the bathroom.
“I get that the fey lack personal boundaries, but we humans usually shower—”
I forgot how to speak when completely naked Turik stepped into view, looking very remorseful. Not that my gaze lingered on his face. No, it went straight to his massive erection. The very one that had felt like an arm beneath my cheek.
Dear heaven above, I didn’t know they came in that size. How is he still hard?
“This might help,” he said, holding out a bottle of something.
My mouth opened, and I attempted to form words but didn’t manage any sounds. My focus remained locked on that bobbing appendage as he moved closer and opened the shower door. His cock had a slight curve to it, so its head almost tapped his washboard abs...above his belly button.
My insides went hot and cold, and I shuffled back a step when he entered.
“Will you let me wash it out of your hair? I understand now that I should have moved even if it woke you.”
The fingers of his free hand captured my chin and forced my gaze up to meet his.
“I am very sorry, Shelby. Truly. Please give me a chance to make amends.”
The sincerity in his eyes broke through my shock and won my forgiveness.
“It’s okay. I understand,” I said. “You weren’t trying to manipulate the situation. You were trying to help me. There’s no need for a co-ed shower. But—” I gingerly lifted the tangled web of hair that I hadn’t wet yet. “You do understand that this would make any woman pretty mad, no matter how it happened, right?”
“I do. And I can see how much you don’t like touching it. Let me wash it for you. Let me fix my mistake.”
“Are you sure this is about fixing the mess you made?”
My gaze dipped to his erection, but didn’t linger there long enough to miss the flicker of raw need that crept into his expression before it quickly disappeared.
“Yes. Right now, I only want to wash your hair and show you that I can keep my word.”
Despite how I’d woken, I’d slept better than I had in a long time. Undisturbed and safe. Because of him. Because he’d held me all night long, disregarding his own comfort for mine. When was the last time someone put my needs first? And how stupid was I to want more of that regardless of the trouble it had already caused?
“Okay.”
He closed the gap between us, and I blinked at the up-close view of his chest inches from my face. The corded muscles undulated as he reached up and guided my head back. His fingers oh-so-gently smoothed over my hair as he wet it.
Like the night before, he was infinitely gentle and didn’t rush the process. This time, however, he studied my face as he massaged my scalp and worked through the tangles. And I saw every flicker of desire that crossed his expression.
Unable to handle the scrutiny or how hard he was trying not to let his want show, I closed my eyes. It didn’t stop what he was feeling, though, which he wasn’t afraid to share with words.
