Page 94 of By His Play

My body heats up just thinking about the possessive move.

And then there was his belt…

I had no idea that Kieran was kinky like that, but hell, I’m glad he was.

He opened up something inside me.

Something I want to explore.

A rush of hot water tickles down my back, and I crack my eyes open to find Kieran sitting on the edge of the tub, taking care of me.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask, my voice rough and my throat sore.

Jesus, how loud was I?

“Looking after you before I carry you to bed.”

A lump of emotion crawls up my throat as I stare up at him.

Tears fill my eyes before they spill over again.

I can only imagine how awful I must look right now. But it doesn’t seem to matter to him. He still gazes back at me just like he did in bed.

There’s awe in his eyes. I don’t understand why, but it’s there.

I shouldn’t complain. At least it’s not pity.

A sob erupts before I can catch it.

Dropping my face into my hands, I try to hide my reaction.

I might be crying, but they’re very different tears from the others I’ve cried this week.

Of course, the grief lingers, but it isn’t so all-consuming.

I just wish I could grasp why.

“Effie,” he breathes.

I sense him move, but I don’t look up to see what he’s doing.

I soon find out when his large, hard body slides behind mine, his toned legs encasing me.

Instinctively, I lean back into him.

His arms wrap around me and I snuggle into him, feeling safe and protected.

Iwake feeling better than I have in a long time.

I slept. And not just for an hour or two—for the whole night.

But while I might be well rested, my limbs are heavy, as if I ran a marathon before crashing last night.

I lie there for another few seconds, enjoying the level of relaxation I haven’t felt in a very long time, but all too soon, there’s movement behind me and everything that happened last night comes back me.

My eyes pop open as filthy images from the night before flash through my mind like a porno.

Oh my god.

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