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“Feeling better?”
A moment passes, like she’s trying to take stock of herself, and she gives me a sharp nod.
I pull away, and she issues a little mumbled objection to get me to stop. But I couldn’t leave her now, even if I wanted to. I grab the shampoo off the ledge, and Callista releases a little relieved sigh when she sees I’m not going anywhere.
Christ, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
I’ve never done this before, any of it. But somehow, it feels right, taking care of her, ensuring she’s okay, being what she needs in this moment that is one hundred percent about her.
I squirt some shampoo into my hands and bury them under her wet hair, massaging it into her scalp. She issues a little groan that goes straight to my already hard cock and makes it twitch against her belly.
She shifts her hips and rolls them along it, but I reach down with one sudsy hand and grasp her hip, stalling it instantly.
“Stop.”
This isn’t that.
It won’t be.
Callista seems to sense my mood and stills, and I continue to wash her hair and rinse it, then move on to the conditioner and soap, lathering it in my hands and rubbing them up and down her body.
She’s like putty in my hands, wavering slightly on her feet, leaning into every touch and caress until it looks like she might pass out.
Exhaustion hit her hard as all the adrenaline that was coursing through her system burns off.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Her head bobs in approval, and she mutters something lost in the noise of the rushing water.
I reach out and turn it off, then maneuver her out of the shower and get her wrapped in a fluffy towel. She watches me with hooded eyes. A mixture of appreciation, awe, and bewilderment darken her irises to an almost evergreen.
Urging her back to lean against the counter, I dry myself off, then scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom. Setting her on her feet beside my bed, I slowly pull off the towel wrapped around her and tug back the sheets.
Laying her down in them, I have every intention of stepping back and giving her the space she needs. Once I’m dressed, I can sit in the chair and ensure she sleeps soundly from the other side of the room, where I should be.
I start to pull away, but she clings to my arm, holding steady with a far more powerful grip than I’d expect from her, given everything she just went through.
“Don’t leave me.”
Shit.
The last thing I need to do is crawl into a bed with this woman. It would spell doom for both of us, for my plan to keep her at arm’s length and keep her safe, but the plea in her half-lidded gaze is impossible to ignore.
With a sigh, I let the towel drop from my waist and slide in, snuggling up behind her and tugging her naked body to mine. She hums her approval, pressing her ass back against my hard cock.
I tuck her head under my chin and hold her tightly, one arm wrapped around her waist, ensuring she can’t squirm.
Please, God, let her fall asleep.
I don’t have the willpower to deny her anything else she might want right now.
And that can’t happen again.
It can’t.
I won’t let it.
She releases a little contented noise and relaxes, drifting off into sleep so quickly that it draws my own sigh of relief.
