Lauren tilted her head back and closed her eyes under the pounding water, struggling to process everything, and froze when something cool hit her hair.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Finn said, and his enormous hands began to massage her head. Her head? He moved her hair around and the scent of citrus and rosemary filled the ceramic and glass enclosure. “Head back, babe.”
It was a good thing the water splashed across her cheeks, too, because otherwise he would have realized she’d started crying. Why had she expected him to want sex right away? The possibility he might want to wash her hair and help her clean up before doing anything never occurred to her.
And yet that was what he did, without needing to be asked or even getting a hint. He just did it. Her hair was lathered to within an inch of its life, and at least twice Lauren almost collapsed from the absolute heaven of his fingers working out knots inher neck and shoulders. Both times he laughed and caught her, holding her easily as soapy hands went all over each other. She could have stood there forever, even worrying about when the water would cool and leave them hollering to get out.
Then he ducked so she could wash his hair, laughing because he had to hold her waist and distracted himself with her breasts as she tried to focus enough to not get soap and water in his face. Finn nibbled on her stomach, then her nipples, as Lauren worked her fingers through his hair and almost collapsed again. She breathed harder, wanting more, and lathered up his hair while keeping his head close so he kept up that sharp-edged magic with his mouth.
Lauren retreated from the overwhelming spray of water to a small bench inside the shower, breathing hard, and took a moment to admire Finn as he finished rinsing his hair under the big showerhead. He looked like one of those pagan gods, made of muscle and looking real and hardened from a lifetime of work, rising out of the ocean to bring vengeance. Her thighs clenched together at the thought, as well as the vision of his hard-on showing just how much he liked being in there with her. She wanted to touch him, and for him to touch her, but getting from the bench to the next step suddenly seemed really far.
Finn turned to her and chuckled, holding up a washcloth he’d gotten from…somewhere? He rubbed it slowly in his hands and worked up a thick lather, then crooked a finger at her. “I have plans for you, darlin’.”
Lauren laughed, a little nervous, and didn’t trust her legs to hold her up. Instead, she leaned and slowly wrapped her hand around his cock, drawing him closer so she didn’t have to get up. Finn didn’t resist, instead groaning as she stroked him slowly, the washcloth dangling from his hand. Lauren’s heart beat faster as he got closer, and she wanted to jump up and rub all over him, to feel his arms around her, to feel the way he loved her and puther first. It was his turn. She didn’t know how else to thank him for being so careful with her.
She kissed the head of his cock and slowly licked the crown, looking up to watch for his reaction. Her whole body caught fire when she found him watching her, his own eyes burning with desire, and she moaned a little as she took more of him in her mouth.
Finn’s voice went rocky and rough, and one hand stroked her hair. “You don’t have to, babe.”
She retreated enough to murmur, “I want to,” and surprised herself by realizing it was true. It wasn’t a chore to pleasure him, it was…a gift? He’d return it, and more, and she wanted him to feel good. She wanted him to enjoy it as much as she knew she’d enjoy being with him.
She ran her nails down his thighs as she took him deeper, and Finn groaned in a guttural sound that almost made her come just sitting there. He dropped the washcloth and his fingers worked against her scalp again, encouraging but not forcing. She hummed, enjoying the taste and sensation of his heavy heat against her tongue. She sucked but he was too large to really take all of him like she wanted. Maybe that was a future goal…
Lauren settled for focusing her attention on the sensitive crown and the underside, using her hand for an extra stroke and twist, and it seemed like he immediately began to move his hips in response. Finn groaned again, whispering to himself and to her, and he held her head gently but with an insistent urgency that left her breathless and touching herself. God, everything he did was sexy. She almost stopped to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist to take him deep, but his grip tightened and he gasped, “Just like that, babe, I’m going to?—”
He finished in her mouth with a long, low groan. His hips jerked three or four times as he still held her head, and Laurenswallowed as fast as she could to keep up a gentle pressure until the breath hissed in his teeth and he eased away. Her heart raced and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve some of the insistent need at her core.
Finn staggered to sit on the bench next to her, his head falling back against the tile wall. He still panted a little, eyes closed. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
She wanted to laugh, even though she was so overwhelmed she almost cried again. He thanked her? Lauren petted his stomach, already looking forward to what he had planned for that discarded washcloth, and eyed his half-hard cock as it remained within reach. “What do you want to do next?”
A dark chuckle and the mischievous smile on his face, almost hidden by the beard, made her stomach squirm. Maybe she wasn’t ready for the washcloth after all.
FINN
He’d planned everything out in his head while they cuddled in bed, envisioning a chance to get Lauren naked in the fancy shower he’d spent way too much money outfitting, but she surprised him. Again. A blowjob was the last thing he expected, but then she was there and her hand curled around him and her mouth… His entire brain shorted out. Nothing could have distracted him from her perfect attention.
Finn’s shoulder and side still ached from being shot, despite his accelerated healing, and the morphine wearing off made reality come screaming back. The shower and Lauren’s attention was more than enough to distract him again, even if it somewhat limited how acrobatic he planned to get with her. He wasn’t quite ready to hike her up and fuck against the wall, like he’d originally planned, but there was still plenty to do sitting down. Thank fuck he’d invested in that bench and the extra long shower stall, although the fancy jacuzzi tub called out for some attention. If it wouldn’t have taken so long to heat up and fill with water, he would have been tempted to drag Lauren over so neither of them had to work very hard.
Her eyes were closed, a slight smile on her face, as she relaxed and breathed and occasionally stroked her stomach as the steam billowed and moved around them. Finn damn near choked up as he looked at her. His mate. Hismate. He’d found her, finally, even after giving up. Even after all those years of being bitter and alone and resigned to misery for the rest of his short life, there she was. Right where he’d never expected. Hauling his ass out of a bear trap and to safety, then marching down a lonely winter trail to confront armed cops and drug runners.
She was so brave. So much more than he’d expected to find, or even dreamed of finding. He hadn’t had any frame of reference for Lauren. She skipped into his life and whirled around and brought the good kind of chaos.
Finn reached over and took her hand, his throat clogged with emotion. “Thank you for saving me.”
Her smile went a little crooked, and she opened one eye to look at him. “I didn’t save you.Yousavedme.”
“That’s not how I see it.” Finn couldn’t take being apart from her and abruptly dragged her into his lap, her back to his chest, to wrap his arms around her and smell her damp hair. He pressed his nose to her shoulder, closing his eyes again. Even her soft, round ass against his thighs wasn’t enough to distract him. “You pulled me out of that bear trap and hiked me up the trail to the cabin.”
“You got out of the trap on your own,” she said, laughing breathlessly and squirming. She felt slippery and slick, exactly perfect conditions to slide his hand along her thigh. “And I’m sure you would have been fine getting to the cabin. I probably did more damage dragging you there in the first place.”
Finn snorted and held her tighter, hooking his knees under hers to spread her legs a little more. “And you helped flush outsome of the drug runners by heading out on your own when you freaked out on me.”
Her squirming turned less playful and more needy, as she undulated and spread her thighs for him. She gasped but managed to string a few words together. “And I almost got us both killed, until you saved me.”
“And then,” he murmured against her shoulder. He stroked up her thighs, teasing her with glancing touches around her clit and through her folds. Her back arched and her arms went up so her hands slid into his hair, holding on as her hips rocked in response to his attention. “You walked through the snow and into the unknown to confront three dudes who’d already shot me and four other people. You’re amazing.”
“I’m stupid and I have poor impulse control,” she said. She twisted in his arms, trying to angle her hips, and her ass planted against his already hard cock. He groaned and held her tighter.
