Page 107 of Savage Scream

I drop my gaze to my dick, noticing that it’s still slack, but a little firmer than usual, which I know has everything to do with the way Dee is looking at me. If she’s not careful, my cock will be standing at full attention in a matter of seconds.

“Are you perving at me?” I ask, and her brown eyes look up at me with an air of innocence before her cheeks flush.

“No. I just haven’t really paid that much attention to you when you’re …” She trails off, and I chuckle.

“When I’m soft?” I ask, and her cheeks flare. Hell, I bet if I reach out and touch them, they’d be burning hot.

Ignoring my question, she slips past me and steps under the spray, giving me her back.

Shit.

As my eyes travel down her slender curves, my dick starts to rouse. Especially when I study those two perfect globes of her arse.

And there it is. My full boner.

Fucking hell.

Trying to ignore it, I step in behind Dee, resting my hands on her shoulders and slowly running them down her arms. She leans back against me, letting the spray of water cover her head completely, and she just stands there, letting it wash over her.

Using my hands, I start to run them over her body like a washcloth, squirting a few pumps from the soap dispenser into the palm of my hand before washing her soft skin.

I’m careful to avoid the waterproof patch covering her wound, and after a minute, she turns in the spray, pressing her cheek to my chest and wrapping her arms around me, so I continue to wash her, this time focusing on her back, and arse.

“Does it hurt if you don’t… you know?”

Her words still my hands, and I frown as I run what she asked through my head again.

Oh.

She’s talking about my erection.

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” I say, and then frown. “Although if we were deep in the middle of heavy teasing, foreplay or sex and we stopped, it may hurt a little, but nothing that won’t go away quickly.”

She nods against my chest, dropping one of her hands from my back, pressing it to my pec.

This side of Dee is so different from her assassin side. I can’t believe I thought she must have been a pro at sex just because she was a killer tangled up in organised crime. Pretty fucking judgemental of me.

All this time she waited, and it was me she chose to give herself to.

Fuck.

My heart swells in my chest, and my dick seems to get harder, and I really need to stop thinking about Dee and sex, only I can’t because now, Dee’s hand is travelling down my abs, and my dick very much wants to feel her hand wrap around it.

But now isn’t the time.

Now is the worst fucking time after everything she’s been through.

I hiss in a sharp breath as her dainty hand brushes over the length of my cock and down to cup my balls.

“Dee,” I say in warning, and she looks up at me, her chin pressing to my chest as the most mischievous look I’ve seen her wear lights up her face.

“Sorry. It’s hard to resist.”

I chuckle, washing the soap from my hands and reaching between us to take her hand in mine, bringing it up between us where I kiss the backs of her fingers.

“When you’re out of this place, you can touch me all you want.” I grin, and she nods, wearing a small grin of her own.

Hell, I can’t wait for that. To be alone with her where we can explore each other even more. Stay tangled in each other’s arms and never let go.

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