“Nah, sweetheart.” I worked her panties down her hips, surprised when she could lift herself up enough to help. “I just wanna get you cleaned up so you stop feeling gross.”
She exaggerated her gasp. “My, my. How gallant of you.”
“Gallant ain’t the word I’d use.” I smirked as I kicked my clothes off and carried her into the shower.
She shivered as I twisted the handle and let the cold water fall and empty from the line. When steam started to rise, I stepped under, still cradling her in my arms. She was light, her hip bones visible in a way that made me wonder how many meals she’d missed before.
The mental checklist was growing, things I could do in this house to make her more comfortable when I should’ve been plotting ways to punish her for how she was making me feel.
“Are you starin’ at my naked body?” Even drunk out of her mind, she was the most sexy thing I’d ever seen. Her pink nipples hardened, begging to be sucked on and cut into with myknife. Instead, I stepped back, submerging us in a way that let the hot water glide from my skin to hers.
I tipped my chin toward the bottle of wash. “Can you reach the soap?”
She groaned and grabbed it, then popped it open and mimicked the sound with her lips, giggling as she poured it into her hand.
“Not even gonna answer me? I think I asked my question out loud.” Her brows dipped together, then she nodded. “Yeah. I did. I know I asked you if—”
“I’m always looking at you.” The soap stopped pouring into her hand, and her lips popped open. “But that isn’t happenin’.”
She dropped the bottle, letting it roll to where her body curved, right over her pussy, then dipped her finger into the pool of soap in her hand, using it like paint as she made hearts on my skin. Her finger slid down between my pecs, tracing a line through several of my tattoos. She moved onto her breast, swirling the finger around her nipple before moving on to the other.
“You sure?”
My cock had already been hard, so it was difficult to say the way the soap settled on her skin was doing me in. Everything she fucking did turned me on.
My jaw clenched as I nodded. “You’re drunk.”
“And? You can’t possibly be sayin’ you don’t fuck around while drunk.”
My brows lowered. “Doesn’t matter what I did before. You’re different.” A heaviness was starting to lift from my chest. She was to the point where conversation and most of the night was going to be a blur, anyway. I’d had enough of those nights to know. Letting out some of my clearly pent-up shit wouldn’t harm anyone.
Except, maybe me in the morning when this ended.
“You got really sexy, you know that?” She started massaging her breasts with the soap, and I fixed my hold on her, lifting her a little higher to make sure the head of my cock wouldn’t rub along her ass. She giggled again and tried to shimmy to give her a look at my lower half, though most of her body blocked that from happening. “I bet he misses me.”
Fuck, did he ever.
“Lyra, stop.”
She pouted. “Noooope.” More giggles erupted from her lips.
I smirked. “Not drunk enough to say ‘no?’”
Her hands swiped along my biceps, working the soap into my skin. “I think you know I won’t ever say no to you,Mr. Roland.” She emphasized my name, then held her hand up, pouting at her finger. “If I’m Mrs. Roland, don’t I get a ring?”
Hearing her say my name like it had truly become hers was like being driven to sudden, uncontrollable madness. I wanted to fuck her, claim her, maim her, and destroy her. I wanted to chain her hands to the bedposts and force her to take my cock while I covered her throat with my fingers. And I wanted her to listen to me calling herMrs. Rolandwhile I made her coat my cock and balls in her cum. Then, I’d make her lick—
“You look like the Devil himself right now.” She snapped me from my daydream, saying ‘boop’ while tapping her finger on the tip of my nose.
“You have no idea.”
“Ooooh. I’m shakin’ in…yourboots.” She laughed again. “Get it? ’Cause I’ve been wearing your clothes.”
I smirked at that. “I wasn’t lyin’ when I said you look good in them.”
She cupped her hands and gathered the water that streamed down my neck, then splashed it on my chest. “I like smelling like you all day.”
My brows lifted. “Thought you hated me?”
