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‘Are you okay?’ he asked, sitting up and pulling me into his lap as he caressed my hair and my back, slowly enticing me to come back into my body from whatever realm he’d fucked me into.
‘I think so. I feel kind of floaty. I don’t know why I’m crying.’
‘It can happen when things get intense. Was it too much?’
‘No. Not too much. I think you might have fucked my brains right out of my head.’
He lifted me up and walked us to the bathroom, depositing me on the toilet with the instruction to pee. After a few moments, he came back and filled the bath up, tipping in the full mini hotel bottle of soap.
The air swirled with the scent of the floral soap as I sneaked looks at Alec’s naked self. Who could have known he was hiding in plain sight all this time? Sure, I’d had a crush on him and joked with Maeve about it from time to time, but look at what I’d been missing out on. A man who didn’t hesitate to put my pleasure front and centre in bed, but would scoop me up and care for me too, even when he was mad at me. How the hell was he even single?
Taking my hand, Alec helped me into the bath, smiling when I sighed happily as the water encased my body. My blistered feet stung slightly, as did my swollen vulva, but within seconds the heat obliterated all my aches.
‘Are you going to come in?’ I asked.
‘Soon, I’m going to grab us something to eat before breakfast closes.’
I closed my eyes as the room door clicked shut, trying to clear my racing mind as I came down from the high of our bedroom activities. As the water soothed my body, the thoughts I’d been pushing from my head came tumbling down over me. I’d failed to run, and I hadn’t at all considered that Maeve would truly be at risk if I didn’t come home. I’d put my little sister at risk, and it left my stomach feeling hollow. What if Harold had already taken her? What if I was luxuriating on Alec’s dick while she was being tortured by the man my father had promised me to? A wave of nausea swept over me as I sat up in the bath, the idea sickening. I didn’t want to be Harold’s, but I definitely didn’t want to subject my sister to him, either.
What if I could maim him? Or kill him?
His men always hung out near him, so it would be difficult. There had to be times when we’d be alone, though. Where he’d set his gun down to get naked. I swallowed hard at the thought of being naked within five feet of him. Maybe I could play the willing wife and then finish him once and for all. I definitely couldn’t spend years submitting to him. It was the only way.
The room door opened, and Alec let me know it was him. He shouldered his way into the bathroom with a mammoth plate of diced fruits and some delicate pastries.
‘Not quite the full English, but it should fill us up before we go out.’
‘Where are we going?’
‘To track down some internet access so I can book some more flights.’
It was like someone placed a rock in my stomach, weighing it down. I knew it was what had to come next, but hearing it left a nasty taste in my mouth.
‘I’m sorry, Esther. But time is running out, and as much as I want to hole up in this room with you, we can’t.’
‘I know,’ I whispered, watching as he pulled his top over his head before removing the rest of his clothes.
‘Shift up.’ He slid in behind me, pulling me tight against his chest, my ass sandwiched between his thighs. Closing my eyes, I rested back against his chest, our skin slick between us in the hot, bubbly water.
He alternated between popping pieces of sweet fruit in his mouth and mine. I didn’t fight it, licking the juice off of his fingers even as he grew hard against my back.
When I tried to reach behind me to touch him, he gently redirected my hands back in front of me. ‘Not now. You’ve had enough for now. Sex can’t soothe everything, as much as I like to think it can.’
When we polished off the plate of fruit, he wet my hair before lathering it up. Every sweep of his fingers against my scalp felt like heaven. Hairdressers had washed my hair a thousand times, but never had it felt so decadently intimate before.
‘You don’t have to do that,’ I murmured as I closed my eyes.
‘I want to. I enjoy looking after you.’
‘I should have eloped with you instead.’ The words tumbled out before I’d realised what I was saying. His fingers stilled in my hair as there was nothing but the gentle slosh of water around us.
‘You wouldn’t want me for keeps, Esther. I’m a fuckup.’
‘Aren’t we all?’
‘I don’t have a family to offer, no in-laws, no siblings. Nothing except a half-paid-off house and a knack for making unwilling people talk. I’m no catch.’ His fingers worked down to my neck, rubbing against the knots I’d gathered there.
‘You are sweet and caring and just need to be loved. We all need to be loved. Your worth can’t be measured by whom you bring to the table, but by the person you are. You are enough, just as you are.’
