Page 235 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“I’m here,” she whispers. “You must let me help you.”

“I’m a fucking mess, Hailey,” I choke out. “You can’t fix this.”

Her gaze hardens, and without another word, she stands. My heart stutters in my chest as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.

“Hailey, what are you?—”

Her sweatpants and cotton panties go next, and then her bra, until she’s standing before me, bare and utterly perfect. My breath catches, my mouth going dry as my eyes rake over her. The curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the softness of her thighs—it’s too much.

The heat flares, sharp and all-consuming, and I let out a low, desperate sound, my hands curling into fists against the tiled floor.

“You need me,” she says simply, stepping into the shower.

The icy water hits her skin, making her gasp, but she doesn’t hesitate. She kneels in front of me, her hands reaching for my face, and the moment her fingers touch my skin, I shatter.

“Hailey,” I whisper.

Water droplets trail down her chest, over her perfect little breasts, over her hardened nipples, following paths I desperately want to trace with my tongue. The water makes her skin glisten, and when she runs a hand through her wet hair, the simple movement is somehow the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m here,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my forehead. “Let me help you, Finn.”

Her kisses are soft, tentative, her inexperience showing in every movement. But gods, it doesn’t matter. Her touch is everything. It’s grounding and soothing and maddening all at once.

“More,” I plead, my hands sliding up her arms, pulling her closer. “Please, Hailey. I need more.”

She hesitates for only a moment before nodding, her lips finding mine. The kiss is slow, but it deepens quickly, her hands sliding into my hair as I pull her against me.

Her skin is warm and slick under my fingers, and I can’t stop touching her, can’t stop kissing her. The heat is like a living thing now, every nerve in my body screaming for release, and I let out a low, ragged moan as her hands move lower, her fingers brushing against my thighs.

“Hailey,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop. Her hands explore my body with a mix of curiosity and determination, and I can feel her growing bolder with each passing second.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “So fucking perfect.”

“Finn,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my neck. “Youare.”

Her hands slide lower, brushing just above the base of my aching cock. It’s like she’s testing her own courage, her touch featherlight and teasing. It’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.

“Hailey,” I rasp again. My voice has gone low, guttural. Every inch of me is trembling, strung tighter than a bowstring. My bodyis screaming for her, for more, for everything. I know what I need, and fuck, I don’t want it to be this way. But her touch…her scent…the way she looks at me like I’m not breaking apart in front of her—it’s undoing me.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I growl, my hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as I pull her closer. My skin is burning, the fire inside me roaring hotter with every second she touches me. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

Her lips part, her cheeks flushed, but she doesn’t pull away. “I want to help,” she whispers, her voice soft but steady.

“Help?” I let out a harsh laugh, shaking my head as I stand and lift her, pressing her back against the cold tile. My hips jerk forward instinctively, the barest brush of my cock against her heat making me groan. “You don’t even fucking know what you’re getting into.”

And she responds. Fuck. Even with the icy water beating down on us, I feel the distinct slipperiness of her slick coating her folds.

Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers trembling slightly, but determined. “Then show me,” she whispers.

Something inside me snaps.

I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her surprised gasp as I kiss her like I’m starving for it. My hands roam her body, gripping her hips, her ass, pulling her flush against me as my teeth scrape her lower lip. She whimpers into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders, and it only makes me want her more.

“Fuck, Hailey,” I growl against her lips, my voice rough and shaky. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her body is soft and warm and perfect, and every touch of her hands against my skin sends sparks shooting up my spine. Her chest presses against mine, her nipples hard and pebbled from the cold water and the heat between us.

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