Page 136 of Arrogant Puck
His eyes flick to mine as he washes between my legs.
“I protect what’smine,” he says again.
I breath catches.What?
He’s not denying it.
Shit.
Fuck.
My stomach flips inside out as I watch him wash my body.
He glares at me, and it feels like a challenge.
But then I’m springing into his arms, pulling him into a hug. I wrap my arms around him, pressing him as close as possible. Tears fall down my face as the showerhead washes them away.
I imagine what he had to do to pull that off. The trouble. The pain. The audacity.
Holy hell.
I kiss him deeply, our tongues dancing together. I wrap my legs around his waist.
My monster.
My protector.
My perfectly beautiful destruction.
I’ve never felt more loved.
