“I want you,” I murmured. “More than anything.”
Her chest heaved; her eyes went dark. Soap slid down the soft skin of her ribs.
“But,” I continued, “I didn’t come in here for that. You’re hurt, and I’m only here to help.”
She let out a breath of disappointment, but stretched her hand out again. “Thank you.”
I grabbed it this time, letting her pull me under the stream. Quickly, I washed my body and hair, making sure to use her soap so her scent would linger on me. Then I spun her around and worked conditioner through her hair from tips to crown, but not to the root.
She groaned when my fingers massaged her head. I tried not to aggravate her injury, but she needed the relaxation. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
I smiled softly. “Willow. After we got out…I helped her a lot. She’s very particular about her hair.”
Leona smiled, leaning her back against my chest while my hands moved to her shoulders. “I am grateful to be reaping the rewards of her fine tutelage.”
For a few minutes, I did nothing more than knead her skin. My eyes were glued to a droplet of water as it trailed down her body.
I couldn’t stop myself.Just a tiny taste.I leaned down to kiss the column of her neck, allowing my hands to trace the skin of her ribs.
“Wynn,” she breathed. The way she said my name crumbled my willpower like a stack of cards.
“Sorry.” I pulled back. What was I thinking? I was supposed to be the careful one. I wasn’t like Ryu, whose singular goal in life was to give in to his desires. “I didn’t intend?—”
“I want this, Wynn.” She grabbed my hands and pushed her ass against me. “Please.”
I couldn’t keep my fingers from gripping her, but still I held back.
“Please,” she whimpered, the sound slicing through my internal debate. “Ineedthis. After everything, I need you.”
As my cock rubbed against her body, the thin tether of control snapped within me. My hands circled around her breasts, my mouth clamped around her neck, and she arched her back with a moan.
If she wanted it, how could I say no?
My hand snaked down her stomach until my fingers dusted over her clit. She cursed as I nudged her legs wider so I could run my fingers through her folds.
I would never do anything to hurt her, but I also couldn’t stand the idea of disappointing her right now. Not after last night.
I would have to take her slowly. Worship her.
“Sit down.” I jerked my head toward the shower seat carved into the wall. She obeyed without question. I angled the showerhead spray toward her to keep her warm.
I kneeled in front of her, knees biting into the ground. She watched my fingers lazily trail up her legs. Her right thigh was no longer as angry and swollen, but a deep, nasty bruise had begun to form. My hands parted her legs.
“Wynn,” she breathed when I leaned forward and gusted a breath over the apex of her thighs. Steam curled around us. Ipeppered kisses along the joint of her leg and hip, then guided one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Relax for me, darling.”
I flattened my tongue and licked a broad stripe up her pussy. Her hands twisted in my hair, pulling my face harder against her. I dragged my tongue across her in torturously slow movements, my hands holding firm on her thighs. My tongue circled her clit, and she whimpered, leaning her head against the shower wall.
My cock ached to slip inside her, but I took my time with my tongue instead. She groaned when my finger pressed inside her entrance and crooked up. “Oh, my God.Yes.”
I moved faster, paying attention to her jerking movements, watching and listening as she found her pleasure against my tongue.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I murmured. I inserted a second finger. She keened, thighs tightening around my head. With my free hand, I reached up to roll the peaks of her nipples between my fingers. “There is no better taste than you on my lips. There are no better sounds than your moans.”
I teasingly nipped at her clit and dug my hand into her ass, keeping her planted in place. Her hand clamped over mine and she came with a moan, her walls clenching around my tongue while she rode out her orgasm against my face.
Slowly, I withdrew, unable to tear my gaze from her. She was a vision, dripping with water from the shower enveloping us both. I quite liked this place: kneeled before her as she quivered with pleasure. I would kneel before my queen at any time.
