“Too much?”
“Always enough,” she responds breathily, her gaze tracking between my lips and back up to my eyes as she shifts forward. Her hand dips below the water to cover mine, holding me to her. Her eyes glassy as her lips form an O. I allow her to press herself against my palm, revelling in her aftercare almost as much as I had pounding into her.
Almost—there’s nothing quite like fucking Cara Morgrieves raw.
The faraway expression brightening her rosy-cheeked face tugs at something inside my chest that hasn’t shifted in what feels like an eternity, something I thought I had lost.
“Bath then bed,” I say tersely. Leaving no wiggle room for her to argue.
“Yes sir,” she squeaks with a beaming sleepy grin, her fingers at her temples in salute.
“Teasing me won’t end well for you, Cara. You like having the ability to walk, right?” I canter my head, amusement flickering across my expression.
A sweet, amused laugh tumbles from her lips in response. I had shown just enough of myself to Cara this evening, aware that anything more would likely break her. The promise of fucking her so hard she’d be on the cusp of losing her mind isn’t an unwarranted one; I could feel the beast inside me clawing to break free and enjoy the spoils of her willing body.
But I’d move heaven and welcome hell before I’d let him loose on her.
Reaching over, she strokes the side of my face affectionately, and without thinking, I lean into it—chasing the immense comfort she doesn’t realise she’s giving me. “I trust you.”
Those three little words from her lips feel too heavy, a simple platitude that shouldn’t make my heart ache the way it is.
She tries to sharply tug her hand away from me. The spark of horror eclipsing her carefree gaze from moments ago as she realises what she’s done. I grip her wrist, coaxing her hand back and forcefully pressing it back against my cheek. Her wide eyes dart to her prosthetic that she’s only now realising I’d removed and placed beside the sink with her gloves. Seeing her without her prosthetic seems to be a step too far for her, and I yearn to settle her unease.
“Every inch of you is perfect, Red.” I never break eye contact with her as I lay a light kiss on each of her knuckles in turn. Silently imploring her to believe me.
Leaning in, her lower lip pulled between her teeth, I sigh as her fear of being so exposed settles, and her shoulders sag as the tension melts away. Her lips hover a hair’s breadth from mine when she whispers, “Talking about perfect inches, you’ve got nine I’m intrigued to explore further.” Her voice is a low, teasing purr.
The hearty laugh that barrels out of me as I get to my feet takes me by surprise, our playful exchange a world away from what I’m used to. I flick water at her, and she squeals, wiping her face as she settles back against the tub, cheekily beaming up at me. The bubbles barely do their job at covering the ample curves of her breasts, and I have the perfect bird’s eye view.
The nine inches she’s so determined to explore jolt below my waist, more than happy to let her have some fun with it as images of her on her knees, hollowing out her cheeks and taking me into her mouth fizzle at the edges of my last string of restraint.
“What have we discussed about teasing me, sweetheart? The desire to adjust your attitude isn’t solely sanctioned during our hunting sessions,” I warn.
“Duly noted, sir,” she sasses with a mock innocence, leaning into thesir, her two blue pools sparkling with mischief. If there was ever the question of whether I’d like being calledsir, consider it answered. She lifts and extends her leg above the water, rubbing circles into her thigh as though she’s washing herself. I glower at her as she continues to push my buttons, every move she makes piercing my dominant outer-shell like a bullet through glass.
“You practice that meanie glare in the mirror every morning, or is it all natural?” she presses—goading me into giving her what she wants.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I reply spiritedly, hauling her from the bath as she squeals wildly, uncaring as bath water flows over the sides out onto the floor around my booted feet. Grabbing for a towel and pinning her over my shoulder caveman-style, I dig my fingers into the hollow of her hip closest to my face, nipping her skin with my teeth when she continues to buck against me.
“Ezra!” she barks, her warning holding little weight and doing nothing to chastise me as it mixes with a tittering giggle when I find her ticklish spot.
I swat at her arse cheek not branded with my name, not once, but twice; the ripple of her flesh and the pink tinge blooming there causing my dick to jump with excitement.
She has the audacity to pout theatrically when I drop her down at the foot of her bed.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” I instruct, and she complies, slowly raising her arms so I can wrap the towel around her. Her pert nipples are begging to be teased. The wicked glint in Cara’s eyes paired with the sly half smile spreading across her face alerts me to the fact that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
My plaything is feeling bold.
“It’s a fucking travesty to cover up this body, but if we don’t, I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” I state sternly, wrapping the towel around her and securing it.
“Ooh, colour me intrigued,” she replies, taking a step in my direction, gazing up with imploring doe eyes, our height difference even more apparent when she’s not wearing her boots. Rising on her tiptoes, she lets the towel fall away, and I grunt at her lack of obedience. “Oopsie,” she teases, zero genuine apology in her voice.
Do I want to fuck her?I’m insane not blind—of course I want to fuck her. In a perfect world, I would spend the rest of eternity buried balls deep inside this woman, but for now, I need to care for her, I need to make right the damage I’ve already inflicted on her body. I need her to know that she gets this side of me too.
Have I ever cared about someone this way?
I’m grateful I haven’t voiced the question because in all honesty, I don’t think Ihaveever cared for someone like this. I’ve never felt the drive to wonder how my presence, my touch—how any of it might affect another person.
