Page 29 of Embracing Easy

Oh yeah, she's still pissed, and I can't exactly blame her.

I fucked up this morning, plain and simple. Claiming her without so much as a damn word? Rookie mistake.

Swinging my leg over the bike, I rake a hand through my hair and take a deep breath. “Time to beg for forgiveness, asshole.”

Closing the front door behind me, the house is quiet except for the distant sound of Lexi’s shoes on the stairs. I look up, hearing every step she takes as she makes her way into our room.

“Fuck,” I growl again, already moving to follow her. By the time I reach the top step, I can hear the water running in the bathroom.

I stand outside the door, my hand pressed to the cool wood. Apologizing ain’t exactly in my repertoire.

Blowing out another heavy breath, I push the door open just a crack, and steam billows out. Through the frosted glass of the shower, I can make out the blurred outline of her body, slender curves distorted by the condensation. She's facing away from me, head tilted back, the water cascading over her.

Despite her being pissed off, my dick stands to attention.

Quietly, I start stripping, peeling off my cut and laying it on the counter before taking off my shirt and dropping it to the floor. My boots and jeans follow, and soon I'm standing naked with my cock in my hand.

Lexi turns slightly, finally noticing she’s no longer alone. Our eyes meet through the glass, and for a moment, neither of us moves. “I’m still mad,” she says, turning her back to me.

Taking that as a damn invitation, I slide the shower door open and step inside. Lexi keeps her back to me, but she doesn't flinch as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her gently against me.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her wet hair.

She leans into me slightly. “For what?”

Of course, she’s going to make me say it all out loud. Fuck me, I’m falling for this little ball buster.

“For not talking to you before bringing your situation to the club. For making decisions without you,” I say the words out loud.

She sighs, and I feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath my arms. “You should have,” she agrees before adding, “but I get that you were just trying to help.”

“Doesn’t make it right,” I admit, feeling like this is a huge moment for us.

She turns in my arms, tilting her head to look up at me. Water droplets cling to her eyelashes, and her green eyes search mine. “I’m scared,” she says softly. “Everything’s moving so fast, and I feel like I’m losing control.”

“I get that.” I brush a strand of wet hair away from her face. “But you’re not alone anymore. I want to help carry the weight.”

A small smile touches her lips. “You don’t have to fix everything, you know.”

“Maybe not, but I want to.” I rest my forehead against hers. “I care about you, Lex.”

Her eyes soften, and she places a hand on my cheek. “I care about you, too.”

Relief floods through me, easing the knot in my gut. “Can you forgive me?”

She pretends to think about it, a teasing glint in her eye. “Well, you did bring me breakfast.”

I chuckle. “Is that all it takes?”

“It’s a good start.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.

“A start, huh?” I slide my hands down her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my fingertips. “Tell me, baby. What does a man need to do to get back in your good graces?”

“He could make me come,” she says, her eyes hooded.

“Whatever you want, baby.” I tilt her chin up and capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss. She responds immediately, her mouth warm and eager beneath mine as her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer as I deepen the kiss.

I growl, exploring her mouth, taking my time, savoring every sigh and soft moan. The steam envelops us, creating our own little world where nothing exists but the two of us.

---