Page 68 of Strong and Wild


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“You didn’t ruin anything. You were incredible, Freya.”

After a minute, I stand and walk to the bathroom, turning on the water for the tub.

From the corner of my eye, I see her come up behind me.

“What are you doing?”

“Running us a bath.”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows raise. It’s like she’s never seen a bathtub before. Did she believe I’d put her through the paces, fuck her savagely, and not take care of her afterward? I may be an asshole, but I’m not a monster.

Without turning on the lights, my hands fish around in the cupboard and set out two fluffy towels. I step into the water and offer my hand to help her into the deep tub. I’m guessing these are specially built for the athletes that use the apartments. Probably for ice baths or heat therapy.

As she lowers her body into the steamy water, she inhales through clenched teeth but then sighs when she settles herself between my legs. I lather up some soap in my hands while her trembling hands quickly work her hair into a top knot. I press a kiss to her shoulder before I wash her body. Neither of us says anything. Nothing needs to be said. We’re exhausted and depleted. When I wash her arms, she’s finally comfortable enough to lean into my chest and let her head loll back on my chest. It feels... right.

My hands drifts lower, and I’m extra gentle between her legs, where she’s, no doubt, the most tender. She exhales softly, I love the sound of her relaxing in my arms. Without thinking, I reach for her chin and turn her head to face me.

My lips brush hers, and I pause, waiting for her to object. I glance at her eyes before my gaze falls to her mouth again. Does she need this as much as I do? Threading my fingers into her hair, I tilt my head and steal her lips. Our first kiss. It’s charged and electric and wild. Like her.

Fuck, even her mouth is sweet. Trapping her subtle sighs on my lips while our tongues twist and glide together, she turns into me more, sliding a hand behind my neck. I feel alive. This kiss breaks one of her rules of friends with benefits, but I’m ready to break every other rule that goes with it. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I do Freya.

She’s everything.

She gave so much of herself tonight. Not only her body but opened up and gave me a sacred piece of her. Trusted me with her vulnerability. I felt it in my core. It’s the most meaningful connection I’ve ever felt during sex. It scares the hell out of me. But it doesn’t scare me enough to stop.

My lips slow, and she turns her face away from me. Dipping down, my lips graze over her shoulders. She takes the soap from me and lathers up my arms and legs as I bracket her between them. Tomorrow we’ll be back to fighting like cats and dogs, but for tonight, we are letting ourselves have this.

After climbing out, we dry off with soft cotton towels, and I return to the bedroom to change the sheets. She walks out of the bathroom and goes to put her clothes back on.

“You can stay here tonight.”

She bites the bottom corner of her lip and shifts her weight.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I reassure her. I’ll say anything to get her back in my bed.

She flattens her lips together and hesitates. I take her hand and pull her back into the fresh bedding. I wrap her naked body in the downy comforter. She snugs her back to my front, relaxing in my arms and molding herself to my chest. I don’t let myself think about how perfect our bodies fit together.

“Thank you for showing me,” she rasps, barely above a whisper.

“Thank you for trusting me. How are you feeling?”

“Relaxed.” She sounds like she’s about to fall asleep.

I smile, tracing my fingertips under her breasts.

“And...” She pauses, contemplating her words. “And confused. I’ve never done anything like that before. Being submissive, squirting, all of it. I didn’t know it would feel like that.”

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

Our breathing blends into a peaceful rhythm as we fall asleep.

I don’t know what time it is when I wake to a dull pounding coming from the front door. I don’t want to move. There’s a warm, tranquil Freya still dozing in my arms. I never get her like this, and I don’t want it to end.

What is that noise?

Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed, make it to the front door, and look through the peephole.

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