Page 32 of Savage Pakhan

Being in this shower with her means everything to me. Granted, my control is hanging on by a thread. I’ll never act on my urges, not when she’s trusting me to remain in control and I will never disappoint her by losing my grip on it.

I know how monumental this is. For her to want me in the shower, trusting me enough to see her naked, to care for her because right now she can’t take care of herself.

She’s beyond beautiful. Her body is perfection. It’s a crime bruises are littered all over her body. Every single one I come across, I want to press a kiss to. I know it won’t heal them, but maybe it would soothe her. But I keep my lips to myself.

For now.

Naturally, my cock is hard, the outline very noticeable from the wet pants sticking to me. She’s able to see the length, the width, the crown, nothing is left to the imagination.

Part of me hopes she doesn’t look. I don’t want her to feel any pressure or obligation to look or touch me, no matter how badly I want her to. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what she wants. The last thing she needs to a man wanting something from her.

She’s had enough taken away.

I hand her the cloth so she can wash her most intimate places and I turn my head to stare at the wall.

“I’m done,” she announces.

I stand, helping her up too. I do my best to keep my eyes averted, but I catch a glimpse of her backside, full and round. She turns around, giving me a view of her front and I’m ashamed to admit, my gaze traveled up and down her body, the control officially breaking.

Fuck, she’s stunning.

Long legs, trimmed brown hair between her legs, breasts that would fit in the palm of my hand, and her nipples are hard and pink. My mouth waters for a taste. Any she would allow me to have.

Snapping out of my trance, I don’t say a word. I step around her, open the stall door, and snag a towel. I wrap the warm fluffy cotton around her shoulders, covering her from my greedy eyes.

“I’m going to shower now. Clothes are in the closet or the dresser there. I’ll be out in a few, okay?”

She grabs another towel to dry her hair. “Thank you. Is the other bedroom downstairs? I’ll leave you alone for the night. I promise. After everything you’ve done for me, I’m sure you need some space.”

Space? That’s the last thing I would ever want.

I undress right in front of her, hoping her eyes wander so we can be even. As I unbutton my shirt, I say, “There isn’t a second bedroom. We only have one bed. That’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. I have before.” I watch intently, hoping her eyes betray her for a split second.

“What? No,” she protests. “This is your house. You get the bed. I’ll take the couch. I don’t mind at all, Alek.”

I might make a show taking off my shirt. I flex more and roll my shoulders as I slip off the sleeves. I drop it to the floor, and it lands with a wet plop.

There it is.

Her eyes wander down my chest. Her lips part on a sharp inhale and I lower the zipper to my pants. The sound of the metal teeth grinding snaps her out of it, and she spins around to give me privacy.

I smirk.

I think we’re beyond privacy and sleeping in separate rooms. What I think doesn’t matter. She’s running the show.

“No. I’m taking the couch. It’s closer to the front door just in case someone finds us. I’d rather be the first line of defense,” I explain. There’ll be a knife on the coffee table and a gun under my pillow.

No one will be entering this house unless they have a few bullet wounds.

“I won’t argue about it, Mia. That’s the final decision. I know that sounds harsh, but I won’t budge on this. Please, take the bed.”

My pants drop to the floor, and she turns her head, her chin hitting her shoulder as if she’s trying to sneak a peek.

I’ll stand her all day with her eyes on me. If all she wants to do is look at me for hours on end without touch, I’ll gladly be the view she’s obsessed with.

“If you’re sure.” There’s deepening in her tone, a huskiness I haven’t heard before.

I step forward, closing a little bit of the distance between us. She must feel me close. Her breathing changes and she tries not to turn around. Her head turns to the right, pausing as if she’s trying to decide what to do.