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gs around my waist and bringing me flat against her. I hold her head and plunder her mouth, our tongues slipping against the others.
“Shower,” I tell her when I pull back.
She nods and reaches for the shirt to pull it off her shoulders, but I push her hands away. She watches me as I gently push the material down her arms. She truly is the most fantastic sight I’ve ever seen. Her lightly tanned skin comes into view and takes my breath away. Her gorgeous breasts with their hard little peaks are on display. I want to reach out and plump them up for my watering mouth, but I hold back, not wanting to push her after enduring what she did tonight. When my eyes land on the apex of her thighs, I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from growling. His hands were there. He touched her in the most intimate way, I had to watch it. And God only knows how many other times he’s hand his dirty hands on her. The bastard is lucky he didn’t have the time to go further tonight, because there’s no force on earth that would have prevented me from killing him then.
“Hey,” she says, drawing my attention to her face. She’s watching me with worry. “Like you told me earlier, it’s over. He’s gone and won’t be coming back.”
I rest my forehead against hers, taking in a few deep breaths, pushing back the anger that’s wanting to boil to the surface.
“My fucking friend did this to you. I’ve known him for ten goddamn years. I’ve drank with him, partied with him, had him at my fucking family’s table.” I shake my head and close my eyes. “He tried to hurt you, was going to hurt you.”
Poppy’s grip tightens on my cheeks, and I open my eyes.
“But he didn’t hurt me.” My eyes flicker to the bandage on her neck. “This is nothing, Asher. Just a little nick.”
I know what she’s saying, but I still can’t get it out of my head that my best friend did this. That I had no clue he was so unhinged.
Poppy pushes me back and jumps from the counter.
“Come. I need you to help me wash away his touch.” She grabs my hand and pulls me to the shower. After turning the spray on, she turns back to me. We keep our eyes locked as she lowers herself to the floor. Her hands grip the waistband of my briefs and slowly lowers them to the floor. It’s not sexual, what she’s doing, but my cock still hardens nonetheless.
I bend to scoop her up into my arms and walk into the shower, and under the warm water. I lower her to her feet and grab the washcloth. I take my time as I wash her, making sure to clean her thoroughly between her legs. I keep it all impersonal. This isn’t for pleasure; this is to wash off the residue of the sick fuck who touched her.
I step behind her and grab the shampoo. Squeezing a generous amount into my hand, I work a lather into her hair. She drops her head back against my chest, closing her eyes and releasing a contented sigh. I take us both a step forward until we’re under the spray to rinse her hair.
After I condition her hair, she reaches for the soap to wash me, but I stop her.
“I’ll do it quicker. I want to get you in bed.”
“Okay.” She smiles softly, but I still see the lingering pain in her eyes. I know it’s going to take some time for the look to completely disappear. She watches me as I quickly wash my body and hair in record time.
Once we’re both dried, I put one of my fresh shirts on her and lead her to the bed where we both lay down. Before I get a chance to pull her to me, she molds her soft body against my hard one, tucking her head into my neck. I feel her kiss the skin there, and I smile into the darkness.
“Sleep, baby,” I say softly, caressing the skin of her hip.
“Mmm…” she mumbles, already half asleep.
Her leg goes over my thigh, and I drag it higher up my body. My arm tightens around her waist. She melts against me, leaving me feeling like one special motherfucker.
This woman is my life, and no matter how many times I hold her, kiss her sweet lips, hear the words I love you leave her mouth, or how many wonderful years we share together, no amount of time will ever be enough.
I knew from the moment my eyes landed on her, she would be my one true obsession. An obsession I’ve embraced and will never let go.
Epilogue
Asher
I creep toward the window, making sure my feet make no noise. My heart thumps in my chest when the light filters out and illuminates the dark ground. It’s late, and I know I shouldn’t be out here, but my need once again takes hold. It’s something, still to this day, I can’t ignore.
I peek around the same window I’ve watched her from numerous times before and see her back facing me. A smile touches my lips as I step the rest of the way in front of the clear glass, making sure to stay in the shadows. She’s just slipping off her robe, one of my favorite times to watch. Her dark hair is piled on top of her head, showing off the slender column of her neck. A small red mark rests in the crook of her neck and a feeling of possessiveness takes hold.
As the material slides down her arms, my already semi-erection goes rock solid. The beauty before me always has my body ready for taking her. Her ass shimmies when the silk material gets caught on the plump globes. Her smooth and sexy back and ass has my hand palming my cock through the material of my pants. I groan deep in my throat when she bends to pick up the robe from the floor and places it on the bed.
The temptress.
She walks to the full length mirror, which puts her at a side view of me. I’m already unbuttoning my pants and slipping down my zipper when she runs her hands seductively down her sides, completely bypassing her breasts and heading straight for her pussy. Her little fingers flick over the nub at the top of her pussy. Her head tips back, and I damn near lose it when she lets out a soft moan.
A smirk comes across her lips, right before she turns to the window and says loudly enough for me to hear. “Enjoying the show, Sterling?”
