Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Eventually, she shifts and I slide out of her, laughs when the spray catches her in the eyes. “We should probably clean up and get out before we drown.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, though every part of me wants to stay here another hour just to keep her close.
I set her back on her feet gently, making sure she’s steady before I let go. She doesn’t step away, though. She lingers in my space as I reach past her getting soap and a wash cloth. Gently as I can, I wipe down her body making sure to be soft as I clean between her legs where the evidence of our release drips out of her. The look of it, the thoughts of being inside her again, have me getting hard. Fighting the need to take her again, I make sure to wash her hair, and then quickly tend to my own before I move to turn off the water. The sudden silence is jarring. Just the drip-drip of water running off tile and down our skin.
I grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around her first, tucking it in snug over her chest. She gives me a look, playful but soft. “Chivalrous for a biker.”
I smirk, reaching for another towel for myself. “Don’t spread it around. Got a reputation to keep.”
She lets out a hum, “gonna spoil me always making sure to take care of me first.” She teases, but I turn my eyes dark and serious to her.
“You’re always gonna be first with me, Kristen.”
It’s a vow.
She laughs sultry, low and husky, and it sends another wave of heat rolling through me. I shake it off knowing that she is going to be sore from us finishing so I need not dive right in already. I toss the towel over my shoulders, and help her step out onto the mat so she doesn’t slip. It’s automatic, the way my hand stays at the small of her back like I need to touch her.
We move to the bedroom still damp, leaving little trails across the floor. She perches on the edge of the bed, toweling her hair, and I take a second to just look at her. Her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes bright in a way I haven’t seen before.
That’s when it really sinks in. She didn’t back out. I gave her the chance, told her flat-out to get out of the shower if she wasn’t ready for all of me. And instead, she pressed closer. She asked for it. Asked for me.
That changes everything.
“You’re staring,” she says, eyes flicking up with a little grin.
“Damn right I am,” I answer without shame.
Her grin widens then a different look passes over her face. “Do you regret it?”
The question punches me. Hard. “No,” I say immediately, with more force than I intended. I soften it, sit down beside her. “Not for a second.”
She exhales, relief written all over her face. “Good. Because I don’t either.”
I lean in, kiss her temple, my lips lingering there like I can brand the words into her skin. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
We finish drying off in companionable silence. I pull on a pair of boxers, toss her one of my shirts, which she slips into without argument. Seeing her in my clothes has always done something to me, but tonight, after what just happened, it hits harder. Like the sight alone is proof she’s mine in a way no one else gets to claim.
She crawls under the blanket, curls into the pillows, and I follow, sliding in beside her. My arm goes around her without thought, and she tucks herself against me with a little sigh.
For the first time in weeks, maybe months, the restless edge inside me isn’t there. The storm that usually rattles around under my skin is quiet. She did that. By staying. By choosing. By not running when I gave her the chance.
I tilt my head, press a kiss into her damp hair. “Get some sleep, darlin’.”
She murmurs something soft, too quiet for me to catch, but I feel it in the way her body relaxes completely against mine. Absently, I run my hands through her hair soothing the part of me that couldn’t sleep being away from this.
And I know, as I close my eyes, that nothing about tonight was just about sex. It was about trust. About her stepping into the fire and not flinching. About me finally letting go of the leash I’ve been holding on myself and finding out she wanted me all the ways I am, beast and biker.
The water’s gone cold, the house is quiet, but my bed isn’t empty. And for once, I don’t feel empty either.
I wake to the sound of the AC turning over and the feel of a heartbeat that isn’t mine pressed against my ribs.