Page 118 of Love Me Fierce

“Guess you’ll have to get used to a noisy house.” I say with a shrug.

“Noisy’s kinda growing on me.” He cocks an eyebrow.

I laugh, then bite my lip. “So, you’re staying home again today?”

“It’s my job to take care of you, remember?”

How has he so completely turned my heart upside down? “Would you um, help me take a shower?”

“Definitely.” He peels back the covers and scoops me up.

The jostling of my bruised body makes me hiss in pain.

“Sorry,” he says, his eyes filling with concern.

“I’m okay.” I stroke his cheek and draw his mouth to mine. Our lips embrace in a tender kiss that quickly turns heated. He sighs, pausing in the middle of his bedroom to kiss me, the flick of his tongue making my spine tingle.

I comb through his hair and grab the back of his neck. I don’t care how much it hurts. I’m not holding anything back.

His bathroom has cream-colored tile and pale blue walls, with twin pedestal sinks, a low shelf full of folded towels, a toilet behind a half wall, and a walk-in shower. He turns sideways to get me through the door, then sets me gently on my good foot where I can use the sink for balance. My left ankle is in a cast, but Everett got me a set of waterproof sleeves that seal at the top. He whips one out of the packaging and squats down to slide it on.

“Feel okay?” he asks when it’s in place.

I rotate my leg to show it off. “Not exactly sexy, is it?”

“If anyone can make a zip-locked ankle sexy, it’s you.” He grins, making my pulse leap into my throat.

He stands and cups my face, then kisses me again. His tongue parts my lips, and I let him inside. I caress his stubbled jaw to the back of his neck. A quiver of heat dances down my thighs.

With one smooth tug, he pulls off his t-shirt, then comes back to kiss me while he unbuckles his belt. I caress down his bare chest, trying to go slow, to savor the firm planes of his body and the warmth of his skin. But I’m craving so much more of him.

I tug at the waistband of his jeans as he unzips, and they drop to his shins. My breaths are coming faster, my desire like a growing flame inside me. He steps from his jeans and reaches for the hem of my nightgown. My skin tingles with the brush of his fingertips at my thighs. He moves closer, the hard ridge of his erection beneath hisbriefs like a tease as he caresses up the back of my thighs. Those thick callouses add the most delicious friction on my bare backside, sending a buzz of electricity over every nerve ending. He grips my ass and rocks me closer, groaning as our lips crash together. Every point of contact between us sends a hot, desperate need straight to my core.

He lifts my nightgown past my waist, drawing back, his dark gaze fixed on this slow reveal of my body. I balance for him, lifting my arms. The cool air on my bare skin sends gooseflesh rippling across my shoulders and down my thighs, making my breasts ache for his touch. His fingertips brush past my elbows, taking the fabric of my nightgown with it, until his eyes find mine.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he says, his gaze raking up my body. He strokes from my waist upwards, cradling both of my breasts. When his thumbs stroke over my peaks, I draw a shaky breath, my thighs tensing together, needing him.

His fierce gaze stays locked on mine for a moment longer as he touches me, and then he kisses me again, that sexy scruff against my lips twisting my cravings tighter inside me. I rock closer, the hollow between my thighs throbbing for more contact, more pressure, more.

His tongue glides past my lips, demanding and sensual. I tug at the waistband of his briefs, and he helps me slide them down, giving me the freedom to touch him.

He hisses a tight breath, his lips embracing mine for a fraction of a second, like he’s savoring the two sensations at once. He caresses down my arms and cups my ass, lifting me, and though the movement hurts, the contact of his cock where I’m throbbing makes me whimper.

Inside the shower, he sets me down and swivels my hips, so I’m facing the corner, then turns on the water. He moves my hands to the tile and kisses the back of my neck. With one swift tug, he releases the tie at the end of my braid, the tension against my scalp making me groan. He combs the strands loose, then sweeps my hair over my left shoulder. He directs the spray, warm now, toward us, then comes up behind me. His body is wet from the water, making me shiver. Withmy hands braced off the wall, he nips the back of my ear and caresses down my sides, the water cascading down, making everything slippery.

He maps the back of my neck with his wet, soft lips while his scruff sends a needy buzz down my spine. He strokes my nipples, drawing my cravings to a hard knot inside me. My quickening breaths add an edge of discomfort that seems to only heighten the pleasure of his touch. He strokes down, his wet fingers gliding against where I’m practically on fire.

I gasp and press back into him, needing his strong, solid body against mine. It hurts but so would stopping.

“You’re so fucking soft, baby,” he says, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

He circles my clit and strokes, his rough fingers where I’m so sensitive funneling all of my awareness to the building climax spiraling so tight and so fast inside me.

Being the sole focus of his attention, to be wrapped in such tenderness while my desire turns my heart inside out makes me feel treasured, cherished. Safe.

“I’m coming, Ev,” I say on a gasp that makes my ribs burn.

“Give it to me,” he says, his voice a low purr in my ear.

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