Page 49 of See It Through

“Is it?” She straightened and looked around. Like she hadn’t noticed the size before now. “Guess it is.”

“No yard.”

“Nope.” She pointed to my shoes. “If you’re staying, take those off please.”

“I’m staying.”

Her gaze flicked to mine. “Good.”

While I was kicking off my boots, she sauntered away from me, peeling her tank top over her head. Tossing it behind her, she continued toward a doorway at the other side of the room.

Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her jeans, she pushed them down her hips and wiggled them off her legs, discarding them just as carelessly, leaving her in black cotton underwear and a black sports bra.

“What’re you doing?” I gruffed.

She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Taking a shower. My skin’s like a salt lick. Isn’t yours?”

I got caught on the long line of her spine as she moved away from me and the round curves of her ass cheeks peeking from the sides of her underwear. It was the shower turning on that brought me out of my stupor and the realization that I’d been given an offer to join her dawned.

I followed her, shedding my clothes on the way. She’d left the bathroom door open, confirming I was welcome. Kicking off my briefs, I approached the shower curtain and peeled it back. Hannah was under the spray, facing me. Her eyes flared for a heartbeat before she stepped back, giving me space.

I took it without hesitation, climbing into the small tub with her.

“Hey,” she murmured.

I took her by the waist, gently pulling her toward me. “Hey.”

Rivulets streamed down her face, gathering in the hollows of her collarbone. Her small breasts, capped in tight cherry nipples, grazed my chest, and her skin was warm and smooth under my palm.

“Hey,” she repeated, barely a whisper.

“Can I wash your hair?” I asked.

Her brows popped. “You want to?”

“I do.” I smoothed my palm from the top of her forehead, over her crown, to the base of her skull. “Prettiest hair I’ve ever seen.”

Her lips parted before she nodded. “Okay. If you really want to.”

“Told you I did, Han.”

I grabbed her shampoo, poured it into my hand, and slowly worked it into her hair. Eyes fluttering closed, she released a long breath and leaned into me. I took my time, massaging her scalp as I lathered her hair. With each pass of my fingers, the tension in her expression eased. I watched her, taken by the droplets of water caught in her feathery lashes and the single drop caught above the upturned bow of her lips.

I’d seen a lot. More than my fair share, truly. But without a doubt, I’d never seen anything as beautiful or wondrous as fierce and feisty Hannah Kelly giving herself over to me, even if it was temporary. No matter where I went or what I saw after this, I’d hold this image of her tight in my mind.

She rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and I repeated the same process with her conditioner. Taking my time, stretching it out as long as I could. By the time I was done, she was loose and pliant, her head on my shoulder, arms draped around my waist. And throughout it all, she’d turn her head every once in a while, pressing her lips to my skin.

“This is really nice, Rem,” she murmured.

“Anytime,” I promised, meaning it down to my depths. I’d fly from the other side of the world if she asked me to do this all over again with her.

She shuffled closer, her arms tightening. I dipped my head down to rub my cheek against hers. Pressed against her, I couldn’t miss the tremble that quaked her body.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

A sniffle followed by a nod. “I think it’s hitting me now. Someone really wants me to fail, huh?”

“Doesn’t matter what they want. It’s not going to happen.”

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