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Cole turns to me and arches his brows.
“Now, where were we?”
“Right about here,” I say, opening the door and slipping under his arm. I chuckle as he follows me inside. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“I could eat.”
We go to raid the fridge, but it’s pretty bare. Instead, we use a delivery app and wind up with Chicken Katsu and sticky rice. It tastes better than it has any right to.
Once we finish our late night meal, I look over at Cole. His dark eyes shine in the low light of the kitchen. Cole no longer has that desperate, haunted look he had before he forgave himself. He’ll still need time to fully come to terms with it, but he’s taken a big step in the right direction.
As for me, I know that Cole is right. I’m not responsible for Julian’s evil. I’m another one of his victims. It’s time I accepted that I didn’t deserve any of this.
Then again, I probably wouldn’t have met Cole if not for Julian breaking out of prison. Maybe it’s best if I don’t think about that too much.
“That was tasty,” he says, finishing off his beer. “I mean, for a limited option type of meal.”
“It’s three in the morning, I’m not going to complain. My belly is full, but now I think I am in desperate need of a shower.”
“Oh,” Cole says, sounding disappointed. Obviously, he missed the subtext. So I stop at the base of the steps and strip off my shirt, draping it over the railing.
His eyes bulge out of his head. I take the next few steps and slide out of my sports bra, dangling it from my finger.
I turn and look over my shoulder at Cole, who still hasn’t gotten the hint and remains sitting at the table.
“Are you coming or not?” I ask.
Cole gets up so fast his stool falls onto the floor. I chuckle and continue up the steps and down the hallway to my room, losing clothing all along the way.
I reach the bathroom and step into the shower. When I turn around, Cole stands in the doorway. He bunches up his shirt, pulling it over his head in one sinuous motion. His magnificent chest bared to my sight, I can’t help but stare in appreciation.
I can’t imagine Cole without his tats. His body is a work of art, figuratively and literally.
I turn on the water and allow it to warm up while Cole squirms out of his pants. His naked form ripples with catlike muscles as he steps across the bathroom to join me in the shower.
Cole takes up a lot of room, even in an extra large luxury shower like this one. I turn on the pulsing shower head, sighing when the water hits my naked back. I tilt my head and let the water sluice the sweat and grime from my hair.
“Give a girl a spurt of shampoo?” I ask, holding my palm out. A moment later I feel the moisture on my hand. While I scrub my hair, I gesture at the loofah with my elbow.
“You want to get that ready for me?”
“Of course.”
Cole’s arm brushes against my rib cage as he reaches for the loofah. A shiver runs down my spine as I rinse the shampoo frommy hair. Cole lathers up the loofah, and then I feel it caress my shoulder.
“Mmmm, that feels nice.” I plant my hands on the shower’s tiled wall as he gently scrubs my back.
Cole’s free hand gently grasps my naked waist. For some reason, that pulses dewlight through my entire body. It’s somehow more intimate than if he’d touched me somewhere more taboo.
He gives my bottom a good, thorough cleansing as well. Eventually I turn around and present my front side.
“I think that side’s pretty clean, Babe.”
“Then allow me to finish the job,” he says, swirling the loofah around my belly. I giggle at the ticklish sensation, but moan when he moves up to my breasts. His big hands manipulate and massage my body as he cleanses my skin. My eyes flutter closed as I exult in his attention.
My eyes open as he uses his palms to wipe the soapy film away from my skin. I take the loofah from his hands and ply it against his chest. Cole grins, allowing me to cleanse him. I carefully cleanse his tattooed skin, marveling at how it feels.
I kiss his now clean chest, and look up, no longer bothering to disguise the hunger in my eyes. He certainly isn’t hiding his own. Cole takes the big, fluffy towel and hugs me, wrapping the towel around my body in the process. I feel safe, and taken care of, and it’s glorious.
