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“I told you that I need you and I meant it. I will be burying myself in you, but I’ll let you do what you need to do first,” he speaks softly, and I exhale.
I hope with every swipe of my hands that part of his night is being washed away. I know it’s probably too big of a hope, but I’m here, on my knees putting it out into existence with my weeping soul.
He doesn’t deserve to see the things he did tonight. I don’t even need to know all the details; I can see the horrors reflecting back at me in his eyes.
“Turn around,” I whisper and ignore the way his ass flexes when he does.
I continue to wash him and then stand slowly so I can get his back. Most of the flecks of blood are gone from his arms, but I go back over them. Because he deserves to be washed clean.
“Thank you for saving people who couldn’t save themselves,” my words hold weight as they fight against the sound of the water raining down from above us.
I kiss his back softly and his muscles tense.
He spins around quickly and before I can even blink, my back is pressed against the warm tile and he’s staring at me with pleading eyes.
“Need to feel what only you can make me feel, Firefly.”
The moment looms between us, so big and yet so simple. I know what he needs. And I’m going to give it to him.
“Take me. I’m yours.”
CHAPTER 15
SIOUX
The moment the words leave my mouth, the air around us feels charged. The tension mounts with every breath we take and even though I’m surrounded by steam in the shower and warm water is caressing parts of my body, goosebumps pop up all over my body.
I can’t look away from him. And I don’t want to.
His fingers trail over my body, caressing me gently while barely touching me. It’s a tease that has me on edge almost immediately.
“Please,” I mewl, and a wicked grin grows slowly on Crosby’s face.
“You never have to beg me, Sioux,” he rumbles, “but I won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make me hard as a rock.”
I glance down and see that he’s telling the truth. His cock looks painfully hard, and I make a keening sound that comes from the back of my throat.
I remember how fucking good it felt to be filled by him. It’s been something that’s haunted me since the night we spent together.
I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t going to be more than the one time, but that was a lie. I knew it was a lie the whole time, even as I fought against the truth.
“You ruined me that night you know,” my confession falls from my lips and my man stills as he touches me.
“You ruined me too,” he fires back at me, a challenge in his eyes and acceptance in his touch.
I want to scoff and rebel against his words, but I can’t when he’s staring at me with truth shining in his eyes. Crosby gently moves us until he’s standing completely under the spray of the water, rinsing away any of the suds still left behind.
As rivulets of water meander down his body, I can’t look away. How can something so mundane be so damn sexy?
I barely notice when Crosby turns off the water and then sweeps me up into his arms. He strides straight out of the bathroom and toward the bed we’ve been sharing for the last few days, the bed I hope can become ours permanently.
It’s probably too early to bring it up now. Right?
When Crosby lays me down on the bed, not caring that I’m dripping wet, and starts to crawl over me like a predator, all thoughts other than him evaporate. He’s larger than life, his muscles bunching and pulling until he’s looming over me, and I have to clench my thighs together with the hope that it’ll relieve some of the pressure building inside of me.
It doesn’t.
“I promised myself that I wasn’t going to push you or take you until you were fully recovered,” doubt crosses his face with his words.
