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I roll the opposite way and start to get out of the bed, only to be foiled by an arm wrapping around my waist.
“Where you going?” he demands gruffly.
“To take a shower.” Right now, I totally need one. I need to scrub the prickling feeling from my skin.
“Why?”
I blink at the way he asks this.
“Why what?”
“Why are you going to take a shower?”
I clamp my mouth shut, not about to tell him what I’d been thinking.
“Honor.”
“What?”
“Answer me,” he states warningly. “Why are you going to take a shower?”
Something in the way he warned me to answer him has me doing just that, but I do it looking away. “Because I need to scrub it away. Scrub them away.”
“Fuckin’ hell, look at me, baby,” he demands, gripping my chin and forcing me to do as he commands.
“I need to scrub them away, scrub the feeling of what they did . . .”
Savage jumps out of the bed, takes me with him, and stalks to the bathroom. He turns the shower on. When it heats, he puts us in with the shower curtain closed, tight.
He doesn’t say a word to me, nor does he stop holding my gaze, not even when he gets the soap. Using his hands, he washes my body. It feels like heaven, and with each touch, it’s like he’s trying to erase the feeling of them on me and replace it with his own touch.
I love the feel of his hands on me, but with the way he acted . . . “Savage.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why did you tense when I told you about—”
“Didn’t think about it, not once when it comes to you,” he says, interrupting me. “I’ve always worn protection. I didn’t want to take the chance. Not again.”
“What do you mean not again?” I whisper, my throat tightening.
“I told you about my sister killing my fiancée. What I didn’t tell you was she also killed my son she’d been carrying,” he answers.
My heart clenches, and my throat closes all the more at the pain filling Savage’s voice. He lost everything that could matter to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Doesn’t change the fact it hurts. That you lost them.”
“Yeah.” Savage slides his hands up my sides, up to my neck. “Lost them. Loved Mary. We were friends who got pregnant because we fucked once without using a condom. I asked her to marry me, and we were on our way to having a family. Then shit when down. I lost them all. Each and every one of them. But losing them doesn’t compare to what it would do to me if I lost you. It gutted me what you went through. What those bastards did. I don’t like you having to suffer thoughts of them. Especially if those thoughts come on after I touch you.”
“It wasn’t you touching me that brought the thought on but you pulling away.”
“Get that, baby,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips, “but still, I’m gonna erase the feeling they left you with. Starting now.”
I open my mouth to say something else, but Savage claims it, giving me a kiss that makes my toes curl, and my body heat the way it does only for him. He then proceeds to erase what happened to me by giving me much better memories of him, his hands, mouth, tongue, and other parts of him.
