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He undoes the button, and I bite down unconsciously on my lower lip at the sight of the gray waistband of his boxer briefs. My nerves tense as he pulls down the zipper revealing more soft gray fabric stretched over the bulge between his thighs.
I turn away, my chest starting to feel tight.
This is too much.
I can’t do this.
I spin in a circle, scattered, then finally find the direction of the door so I can flee.
I’m nearly to the door when Silvan grabs my arm, gently but firmly pulling me back into the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I can’t do this.” I tug at my arm, but he doesn’t release it. Instead, he turns me around to face him, then grabs my hip and pulls me closer.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, gazing down at me. “I just want to get you clean so we can go to bed.”
“You’ve already hurt me,” I tell him, my heart in my throat.
A frown flickers across his brow almost like he doesn’t see it that way. He reaches out and touches the side of my face, caressing my cheek before sliding his hand around the back of my head so he can force me in against his chest. “I would never hurt you.”
He sounds so sincere, I think he must be quite insane. How can he say he would never hurt me when he has so many times already?
He drops his hand and takes mine, pulling me back into the room and over toward the shower. “Come on. Let’s get undressed so we can clean you up.”
I don’t want to, but I don’t think there’s a way out of it, either. And I do want to get clean. The bastard came inside me back at Professor DeMarco’s house, so I can still feel him between my thighs.
I make quick work of undressing. The house is warm, but it’s a cold night, so there’s still a slight chill in the air. Maybe that’s why I shiver, but it’s probably something else. It’s probably being here with him, feeling his hot gaze on me as I step out of my panties.
He comes up behind me the moment I’m completely naked and locks an arm around my waist, pulling me back against his strong body and gazing at me in the mirror. I look up, meeting his gaze in the reflection, but quickly dropping it. I look at his strong arm locked around my waist, the way he holds on like he’ll truly never let me go.
But then his grip loosens and he kisses the hollow between my neck and shoulder. He takes my hand—probably so I don’t try to flee again—and leads me to the shower.
The hot spray has already made the glass steamy. He steps in first, and I follow, letting my gaze get caught on his muscular back since he can’t see me. Silvan has an incredible body, so sturdy and reliable. I’m attracted to the visible strength he possesses, and as attractive as he is fully clothed, he’s about a thousand times hotter without any on.
My skin feels warm, but I tell myself it’s from the steamy shower.
He releases my hand and turns back to close the shower door, reaching across me and making my heart skip several beats.
He’s still in my space as he leans back. He does it slowly, seeming to enjoy crowding me. My heart hammers and my gaze flickers to his. Wry amusement tugs at his perfect lips.
“Are you afraid I’ll bite?”
“I know you bite,” I murmur back, feeling my cheeks heat more as I drop his gaze.
I don’t know if the shower is too hot or he’s just too close, but it’s hard to breathe.
“Come here.”
I flinch as he grabs me, but I don’t fight him as he pulls me in front of him and sticks me under the hot spray. It feels good as the water beats down on me. I’m cognizant of him right behind me, so close I can feel the heat of his body, but he won’t let me move very far, so I turn only as much as he lets me and get myself all wet and my hair soaked through.
I gasp and jump a little when Silvan gathers my wet hair in his hands. He pops open the shampoo bottle, and a moment later, I smell a lovely fragrant scent as he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he spreads the shampoo.
My eyes drift closed. My scalp tingles pleasurably, and I’m surrounded by a cloud of that incredible shampoo smell.
This feels really, really nice.
He must think so too, because once he’s finished working the shampoo through my hair, he pulls me back against him and hugs me around my waist from behind. He bends to kiss the side of my face, and I think I should feel differently with his face so close to mine, but… I feel cherished. Loved. I know that’s crazy, but I’ve never felt such warmth before. Such absolute adoration. He holds me and kisses me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched, and I feel ridiculous when tears well up in my eyes.
