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By the time we step into Scythe’s room, I’d received several dirty looks from muddy-bangers, that’s what we call the girls that hang around mudding events to get laid. Not just by them but some of the staff didn’t seem pleased by the fact I was caked in mud, and it was trailing behind me. But what can I do about it? Scythe didn’t let me take a shower before we left the park, so it’s not my fault.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I announce, taking my bag into the bathroom. I don’t wait for him to say anything before closing the door. Though I think I heard him chuckling.
I peel out of my muddy clothes, cringing as dried dirt crumples to the floor. Talk about one hell of a mess. This is why I’ve always showered at the bathhouses before leaving.
Naked, I cross the small space, step into the shower, and turn the water on. I barely contain the squeak of shock as the cold water rushes from the shower head, but within no time, it warms, and a sigh of pleasure leaves my lips.
Heaven on earth. The water feels good as it rains down on me. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers through my hair, working the small clumps of mud out of it.I reach across the way of the shower, pump some shampoo into my hand, and start working it in.
I shouldn’t be surprised by the fact Scythe and the others would pick a hotel with a walk-in shower with shampoo, conditioner, and soap in dispensers already available. Less headache for me, that’s for sure.
I focus on scrubbing my hair and keeping my head tilted back so the water is washing the suds away. It’s why when arms wrap around me, and a hard body presses into me, I nearly lose my footing as I gasp, surprised. If Scythe didn’t have his arms around me, I’d have fallen.
“Easy now, baby,” he murmurs, flattening his hands against my stomach. “I’ve got you.”
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, butterflies fluttering up a storm in my stomach.
“I needed a shower too, so why not join you.” The husky tone has my knees wobbling. I spin to face him, pressing my breasts to his chest to keep him from seeing me fully naked.
I meet his gaze and nearly lose my breath as those dark orbs glimmer and shine with what I can only call lust, but it could be something more . . . maybe dominating is the word I’m looking for.
Scythe lowers his head, and his mouth meets mine, but it’s not like the kiss from earlier or at the clubhouse. No, he pecks my lips, then my nose, and my forehead follows. Pulling away, he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing my hair all over again, scrubbing, massaging my scalp, drawing a moan from my lips.
“Scythe,” I whisper, drawing my lip between my teeth.
“Shh, baby, I’m cleaning you up,” he says, rinsing my hair. That intense look that he seems to always have steers more toward a caress.
I took a breath and made up my mind that I won’t tell him. I don’t want to take the chance of him stopping or being turned off by the fact that I’m a virgin. God, just thinking that one word has my stomach tightening.
I savor the time in the shower and Scythe’s hands on me.
“What’s your name?”
Scythe quirks a brow, and that lip of his twitching. “You don’t know my name, Freckles? Here I thought I heard you whispering it just a moment ago.”
“You know what I mean, Scythe. What’s the name you were born with?”
A darkness flashes in his eyes, and he lets out a heavy breath. “Aaron,” he answers.
“Aaron.” I let his name roll off the tip of my tongue and smile.
But Scythe doesn’t smile, instead, he looks angry.
“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly.
Scythe’s jaw clenches for a moment, and he shakes his head. The anger vanishes from his eyes. “No one calls me that anymore. It’s my name only on paper. Not who I am anymore.”
Furrowing my brow, confused. “Why?”
“Let’s just say that, that part of me died a long time ago. All that’s left is the man I am now,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around my waist and backing me up to the tile wall of the shower.
I shiver at the coldness of the tile, but with him right here, the cold quickly vanishes as he kisses me. His tongue diving into my mouth, one hand going to my hair, gripping it with just enough force to make it sting but not hurt. With his free hand, he slides it over my body and down between my legs.
Never have I felt anything like this. A moan seeps from my throat as he finds his target. Two fingers thrust inside while he rubs the palm of his hand against my clit. The sensations are nearly overwhelming.
Scythe breaks his mouth away from mine, and trails kisses down my jaw, along my neck. He nips at my shoulder while releasing my hair. He pulls away and meets my gaze as he goes to his knees. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he says, his voice rough, sensual. Just plain sexy.
