Page 69 of Abandoned Oaths

“You put on sunblock, right?”

Her question pulled me from my thoughts.

“Uh, yeah?”

“You should probably rinse it off then.” Her suggestion held a warm allure.

Was that an invitation? My heart throbbed in my chest. I blinked, trying to make out her expression through the foggy glass.

Then the door opened a few inches, and I didn’t hesitate. My clothes were off in seconds. I was under the water with her body pressed against mine with more speed than the fastest shifter.

Her hands slipped around my waist, pressing her chest against mine as she met my eyes. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Emilia,” I sighed her name. This woman had the power to destroy me—and my brothers—but didn’t seem to know it. “I won’t. I can’t hate you for doing your job. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that to you.”

“You’re allowed to be mad. This whole situation is messy and twisted.”

I cupped her cheek. “I won’t be mad at you, though.”

She nodded. “Make me forget.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I reached behind her for the shampoo and poured some into my palm. Her eyes closed as I massaged it into her scalp. Her fingers on my back mimicked my movements, loosening the tension that had gathered over the past few days. I reached for the showerhead and held it over her hair so it didn’t run in her face.

She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, or release me as I moved onto the conditioner. Not until I grabbed the body wash, and then she lifted only one hand, palm up.

I filled it with soap. She shifted just enough to put an inch of space between us. Her hands roamed my body as freely as mine did over hers. I rubbed her back before dipping to her ass, taking in handfuls and squeezing. She gasped, and her pert nipples grazed my chest.

When she recovered, her eyes locked on mine as she trailed her hand down my chest and took my hard cock in her grasp and tugged gently.

I closed my eyes, immediately lost to anything except what was happening in this two-foot space.

Slowly, her fingers tightened until I grunted. Her grip was just right. So good. Then she pumped up to the base and down to the tip.

“Fuck,” I groaned, still gripping her ass.

Her head tilted up, and I blinked, seeing the question in her eyes. Did I want this?

Hell, yes.

I dipped, claiming her lips and shifting my hands along her hips, rubbing my thumbs over her pelvic bones.

She sucked on my lower lip before biting it. I retaliated with my own nip on hers, then ran my tongue along the seam of her lips. She let me in, sucking again while I soaked in her taste.

She pumped me over and over, driving me insane, and I wanted—no, needed—to return the favor. I slipped my right hand lower and cupped her pussy, teasing my middle finger over her entrance until she pulled her lips away, panting.

“Please, Cruz.”

That was all I needed. I pushed my finger into her core, and she let out a sigh before kissing me with a fresh wave of heat.

We both needed this. A release. A connection. A break from our lives.

And I was more than willing to give it all to her.

I pulled out, only to push in two fingers, matching her rhythm before rewarding her with my thumb circling her clit.

She moaned, picking up her pace as if encouraging me to do the same. I pumped in and out of her, adding a third finger, and making her gasp. She dropped her head against my chest, not slowing despite the way her body was fracturing around me.

I flicked her clit, pressed it, then made another circle. She cried out as her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her hips jerked, but I held her in place, not relenting until her body went slack against mine.

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