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She slipped off her top and pants and stepped into the spray wearing nothing but white lace underwear. Water quickly soaked them, the thin material becoming semi see-through.
“Kaylie,” I gasped. “What the f—” Her hands on my chest stole my voice and made me shiver despite the hot water raining down on us.
“Let me help you.” Her gentle fingers easily found the corner of the wrap, and carefully begun to unravel it.
“Don’t—” A part of me wanted to tell her to let me fucking shower alone, but I couldn’t. It didn’t matter how humiliating. How I felt like a fucking baby needing her help. I did need it. And it felt too damn good to push her away.
She moved around me, never taking her hands off me and I was surprised to feel no pain. She was so gentle it killed me inside. In no time, the wet bandages were off, and tossed aside to the floor.
Her fingers skimmed the bruised skin around the wound, and a low groan slipped past my lips.
“Sorry,” she whispered, and I almost laughed. She thought she hurt me, but all I could focus on was how goddamn gorgeous she was as she stood half naked in front of me. Her pale skin was perfect, so smooth and soft I had to look away to keep from reaching out to touch her.
“Kaylie,” I tried again. This was bound to end badly. How could I do this and pretend she didn’t turn me on? Despite the pain. Despite the humiliation and the dreaded vulnerability. Despite the threat to our lives. She was all I could think of. All I wanted. If she didn’t leave me alone, I—
“Relax,” she whispered. “It’s okay.” She poured soap into her hands, then stepped around me and gently rubbed my back. The clean smell from the soap mixed with her hands broke the last of my resolve. Everything inside screamed at me to stop this before it was too late, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth. If I did, telling her to leave was the last thing I’d say.
Her fingers barely touched me as they slid over the broken shoulder, and her thoughtfulness made my chest tighten with emotion. Her eyes were on my face, searching me for any sigh of pain, a sign for her to stop.
She stepped in front of me again, ever so gently cleaning the area around the wound, letting her delicate hand glide over my shoulder down my arm. My muscles rippled under her touch, tinging the pleasure with pain. I bit back a groan, and her eyes darted to mine.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, and her hands slid to my chest. She felt the shift too, because she faltered, her hands momentarily coming to a stop and her eyes travelling back up to my face. This was more than her cleaning a wound, and she was well-aware. Her hands trembled as she moved them. So did I, as I tried to focus on anything but the sensation she awoke within me. There was no distraction. And the longer she touched me, the fucking harder I grew. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice, and so did she as she stepped closer. I squeezed my eyes shut to the feel of her flat stomach pressing against me.
“You can’t reach,” she stammered, and I chuckled at her excuse. Well, it was true, but we both knew it was more than that. The way she touched me, how her soft fingers trailed deliberately slow over my skin.
She took her damn time, not missing a spot, as she rubbed my other arm. When she continued down my chest and stomach, my heart raced, and my breaths were hot and heavy. I was fucking burning for her touch. Aching to feel those delicate fingers wrap around me. But before she could, I grabbed her hand, stopping it from going lower. Instead of lifting it off my skin, I held it. Pressing it to my stomach as I tried to catch my breath.
“Kay—”
Her free hand slid further down, skimming over me, and I forgot what I was about to say. My whole body shuddered under her butterfly touch, and instead of words, a low groan slipped past my lips. The hand holding hers in place fell away with the last of my willpower. I couldn’t fight this. I was helpless under her touch, and some twisted part of me enjoyed it.
Her hand closed around me, stroking me with soapy touches, and I lost my fucking mind completely.
He cried out loud against me, filling me with a fiery warmth that spread through my body and made me hold him tighter. With his head tilted back, my mouth only reached the nape of his neck, so I kissed him there, sucking on his skin and drawing another deep growl that vibrated against my lips.
The arm he used to support himself against the wall landed in my hair as he shifted, lifting my face to his with a firm pull on my hair. He steered my mouth to his, crushing his lips to mine and my nerve endings exploded in sensations. I moaned against his mouth, raking my hand over his back while trying to get closer. To feel more of his hard muscles against my skin. I couldn’t get enough. Hell, I couldn’t even think of his shoulder. Not until he bit back a wince followed by a string of curses that made me cringe. Panting for air, I moved away, seeing the regret flitter over his face.
“Fuck, Kaylie,” he rasped. “If I knew you were that good, I would have let you have your way sooner.”
His words made me shudder, and my mind briefly skipped back to a hotel room very similar to this. When I caught him in the shower—and walked away.
“If I knew you’d let me, I would have.”
He reached out, collecting a few strands of wet hair, and removed them from my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, stroking a thumb over my lower lip. They parted in a soft breath, making him grin. “Exquisite.”
My eyes fluttered close from the feel of his strong hand on my face. I thought the fear of dying made me long for his touch. That I needed it to feel something other than the indifference. That I needed it before it was too late. Knowing the truth didn’t make me want him less. My whole body yearned for him, for his touch, for him to make me his.
Sudden cold water snapped me out of the trance, and I yelped, jumping away from the spray.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Turn it off!”
I shot him a glare but did as I was told. Then I stumbled out, found a towel, and wrapped around my shoulders to keep from shivering in the sudden cold.
“Get out of those wet clothes,” he demanded as he came to stand in front of me, and my eyes darted to him. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, and I gulped, lowering my gaze to the floor.
“You’ll catch a cold,” he said, and I snorted. As ifthatwas his reason to want the wet underwear off me.
“You already saw me naked,” he added, and I blushed under his hot stare. He was right. I lifted my gaze, finding him standing in his full glory, eyeing me with a hunger that made me feel naked hiding under the oversized towel.
