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With a tug at the hem of his shirt, I try to pull it up and off his body, but I’m a little too short to complete the task. I grunt, “Gonna need your help, big guy.”
The smile he gives me this time is a little bit bigger, but not by much. “Shower with me, Firefly.”
I nod slowly, our eyes catching and holding. I pull my pajamas off my body quickly, but the connection between us, the tie that binds us together, holds firm. My gut is telling me that we both need it.
Crosby strips off the rest of his clothes, kicking his boots into the corner in the process. Before I can step into the shower, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my pussy nestles against his cock which is standing hard and proud against his abdomen.
I shiver at the contact and a little bit of desperation fills me. I grind my hips against him even though I know I should wait because I want to take care of him and get him clean first. But I can’t help myself and the groan of pure fucking pleasure that comes from the back of his throat tells me he’s right there with me.
“It’s been too long,” I murmur as the warm water slides down my back.
“I was going to wait,” he groans, and I get the feeling it’s more to himself than me, until his dark eyes bore into mine, “but I need you, Sioux. I can’t wait. I need to be buried inside of you. I need you to remind me what home is like and show me where I belong.”
My heart melts with his words and this time, instead of waiting for him to make the first move, my fingers dive into his hair, and I wrench his head toward mine. When our lips meet, we both sigh into the kiss before we start to explore. And that’s exactly what it is—an exploration.
Because kissing Crosby is an adventure. The start is a little slow, but it picks up speed quickly. There are peaks and valleys, tastes that make me crave more, and little noises of pleasure that spur me to dive deeper.
It’s only when my lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen that I pull back from the kiss. When I look up to meet his gaze it’s to find that he’s already looking at me. There’s a sense of wonder in his eyes and I feel my body heat because I’m the one who put it there.
I lean forward and kiss along the large, sturdy expanse of his shoulders. When I get closer to his neck, a foreign scent has me jerking back from him. It’s not unpleasant. And it’s decidedly female.
I swallow hard as he stills and I stare at the spot on his body, unable to look away and hoping that it will provide me with some answers. I know it won’t. Only facing it and asking the question burning on my tongue will.
“Why do you smell like a woman right there?”
“Sioux,” he calls my name, but it sounds so far away, and I shake my head as I will the spot to go up in flames.
He grips my chin and gently moves my head until I’m no longer staring at his neck and am looking at him. I feel the pressure of tears fill my eyes, tears that desperately want to fall. I can’t let them. Not yet.
Not until I’m alone. Not until he can’t see me.
I try and pull away from him, but his firm grip won’t allow it. His eyes become determined lasers as they dare me to defy him, dare me to fight.
“Normally we aren’t supposed to talk about club business. And I don’t want to tell you everything, not in here. But I will say that tonight we took down a place where women were hooked on drugs and being sold for sex,” there’s a cold detachment in his voice that has me wondering why he’s disassociating so much. I get that was probably not a pretty sight, but my gut is screaming at me that there’s more. “Not just women,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “there were a few girls there too. Too young,” he closes his eyes and tips his head back, the cords of his neck straining against whatever horrors he saw tonight.
My eyes widen and hold his strong jaw in my hands. He tilts his head back down, but it takes him a moment to open his eyes. His dark orbs are haunted and my heart sinks.
“I carried one of the women out of that house after killing the man who was fucking her barely conscious body,” he admits and my eyes well up with tears.
This time it’s for an entirely different reason. This time it’s for him. For his pain. For what he had to witness.
I nod slowly, my voice shaky and unsure, “I’m sorry. I started to jump to a conclusion that wasn’t fair. Not to you because you’ve shown me who you are.”
“I get it, Sioux,” he says the words, but there’s a flatness to his voice that has ice skittering through my body.
I wiggle until he lets me down and resignation passes over his features. He thinks I’m going to walk out. He thinks I’m going to leave.
The weight of what I have forced this man to endure because of my own insecurities slams into me and regret swamps me. But now is not the time to give in to those feelings. Now is the time to stand strong. For him.
And for me too.
Instead of leaving the shower, I reach for his body wash. I could use the natural sponge he has for this purpose, but I don’t want that. I want to touch him. I need it.
With a generous amount on my hands, I make some suds and then start to slide my hands over his skin, cleaning him with reverence in my heart. As I’m working, I don’t move my gaze from his body, but I can feel him watching me intently.
“Firefly,” he rasps I finish with his torso and kneel before him so I can wash his legs.
I look up at him and shake my head, ignoring the way his dick pulses almost at eye level. He doesn’t need that right now. He needs heartfelt love that isn’t about pleasure or passion. He needs touch. He needs love.
