Page 24 of Addiction

“You’re the gorgeous one, little girl.” The warmth in his voice snapped her back to the reality of the strong and sexy man who’d ruled her with an iron fist since she’d woken up in the woods.

The hungry look in his eyes stirred the animal he’d elicited in the cabin. She sensed her accelerating heart rate as she moved toward him, still unsure why a man old enough to be her father was so enthralling, but knowing she didn’t care. Tucker had helped her to feel things that she’d never even known existed before they’d met.

There was no coming back from passion like that.

“Thank you, sir. I can’t wait to shower.” She inhaled as she mentally imagined how the warm water would feel running over her weary body. Before they’d arrived, she’d envisioned taking a bath, but it was the huge shower that captured her focus now. In her mind’s eye, she saw his impressive physicality in the water with her, his huge hands running over her skin as the downpour covered them both. “Would you care to join me?”

What are you doing?

Whatever rational part of her brain remained intact chided her, urging her to be sensible, but that facet was easily subdued by her raging libido. Drunk with the arousal simmering in her veins, she knew she wanted him again—wanted to feel him on her, in her, and all around her—maybe more than she even wanted to be clean.

“You want me to shower with you?”

There was no insecurity in his tone, but she couldn’t detect conceit, either. Glee, perhaps? He was obviously happy at her suggestion, but she couldn’t decipher what other emotions she heard there. Her own rising excitement was making it difficult to think.

“Yes, please.”

Her throat dried as she stared into his big blue eyes. She’d seen him without those clothes and knew how muscular his body was. She also knew how capable he could be. Desire pooled between her legs at the intoxicating thought of ‘getting wet with him.’

“You bet.” He kicked the door closed with his foot. “Get those clothes off while I warm up the shower.”

“Yes, sir!”

She feigned a salute as she tugged her attire from her limbs and up over her head. By the time she heard the first shot of water racing from the showerhead, her heart was pounding with eagerness. Tucker had managed to strip out of his own clothes in less time than it had taken her to disrobe, and glancing just beyond her feet, she found them there in a pile.

“I’m ready, sir.” She was almost coy as she stepped toward the enormous cubicle, her arm covering her nipples as she eyed the multiple jets of water. She’d expected the masses of steam that the rainfall shower head produced but hadn’t realized there were other jets positioned all around the shower.

Tucker moved, blocking a number of those jets with his hard body as he permitted the rushing torrent to soak his hair and run down along his angular lines. His not-insignificant cock was semi-aroused as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back to relish the deluge. For one glorious moment, she just stood there, enjoying his performance. Her stare drilled into him, scanning his nudity as though the man had hypnotized her. By the time he opened his eyes and stepped in her direction, she was practically breathless.

“You are more than ready.” His mouth stretched into a wide smile. “In you come.” He offered her his palm, supporting her as she stepped into the warm atmosphere the shower’s steam had created.

“This is amazing.” Her eyes felt as wide as saucers as she breathed in the steam and stepped under the main showerhead. The warm water cascaded down on her, and she moaned happily as it poured over her skin.

“There is something wonderful about this shower.” He flattened her hair down her shoulders, his touch like electricity on her skin. “There’s shampoo and conditioner on a shelf over there.”

Her eyes followed his finger to the shelf he meant. “Thank you, sir. I’d love to wash my hair.” She walked the short distance to the shelf, surveying the choices. It didn’t surprise her that every label was a top-of-the-range hair product. “You keep these here even though you don’t usually live here?”

She peered back over her shoulder to find his knowing smile. His cock had thickened since she’d last seen it, the organ bobbing with an urgency of its own.

“I keep my homes well-stocked.” Stepping out from under the main shower head, he flicked the water from his hair.

“Good thinking.” She selected a shampoo and conditioner from the impressive range and wandered closer to where he stood.

A part of her considered forgetting her hair and wrapping her fingers around his shaft instead. Ella remembered how good it had felt inside her, and she wanted a reprise, but the desire to be thoroughly cleaned taunted. This was her first chance in days. Who knew when there would be another one?

“Allow me, little girl.” He reached for her choices, eyeing the bottles quickly before he placed one on the ground by his feet.

“You want to wash my hair, sir?” She’d never contemplated anyone expediting the task since her mother had helped her as a small girl.

“I’d love to.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, the deed somehow predatory despite the fact he’d been nothing short of a gentleman since they’d fled the cabin. “Turn around.”

She obeyed unthinkingly, unable to recall another time she’d been so mesmerized by a man. Her breaths came fast as he poured the first lotion onto the crown of her hair and slowly worked the shampoo into a lather. The feeling of his fingers on her scalp was surprisingly soothing, as was the smell of sandalwood that rose in the steam.

“How’s that?” His soft tone matched the easy pace of his fingers as he massaged her.

“So good.” Her response was a sigh, her eyes falling closed as she breathed in the spicy scent. Somewhere in her brain, she acknowledged it as the same spicy aroma she’d noticed at the cabin, but the feel of his fingers overawed the thought. “Thank you, sir.”

“Excellent.” His digits departed from her hair, but before she could rue their loss, they slid around her middle as he moved in behind her.

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