Page 59 of Fighting Gravity
“I didn’t ask you to. I’m a big girl. I know when I’ve fucked up.”
His hand traveled down my side, over the flare of my hip, and along my thigh until his fingers, claws receded, were stroking gently over my sex. My very sore and battered sex. Hand soaked with warm water, he stroked his fingers slowly between my folds. I sucked a slow breath in through my teeth and tensed as he caressed my too-sensitive body.
“You were very tight,” he said in a near whisper.
I found myself wanting to slump against him as he cleaned me, his fingers tenderly spreading my lower lips and encircling my sore entrance.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Felt that way.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Are you in pain?”
“A little.”
He leaned in toward my ear. “Good.”
Just as he said that word, two of his fingers slid deep inside me. I hissed, lifting my hands to his chest to brace myself. I tried to ignore the sting. I had a feeling he would have liked more of a reaction, but I wasn’t about to give it to him.
“We aren’t compatible,” he said, his fingers lightly pumping. “The way you’re feeling should be more than enough evidence of that.”
“Noted,” I said. “Guess you should take your hands off me then.”
He ignored that and kept moving his fingers inside me for a while before withdrawing to slather me with water. That was when I realized he was washing me. Once he’d finished cleaning down low, he lifted his hands toward my hair, running his fingers back through my tangled locks until they felt smooth.
I opened my heavy eyes to look up at him, not realizing that I had even closed them. His hands massaging my scalp could have put me to sleep and I wavered on my feet when he stopped. I grabbed Rhone for support and nearly fell over again. Strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me upright.
“You are not alright,” he said.
Stooping, Rhone hooked the back of my knees with his other arm and scooped me up off the floor. The pain was subsiding, but I was definitely lightheaded.
“I’m just dehydrated. Almost like I was stuck in a sauna for an hour,” I said as he carried me from the shower, slapping the controls to shut off the water as he left. I kicked my legs weakly. “Seriously, put me down.”
“You need rest and water.”
“I’m aware, so put me down and I’ll get it.” He kept walking, taking my naked, dripping wet body through the halls of the empty ship. “Seriously. Don’t do me any favors. We both know what that was.”
“Oh? What was that?”
“A moment of weakness for me. Just another day for you. You’re a guy. Guys are all the same.”
“You think I’m the same as your human men?”
Absolutely not.
“Sure. You see a hole, you stick your dick in it.”
“You asked me to.”
“Not the point.”
“It is the point.”
“Ok, so the heat got to me. I was wrong in the head. God,” I struggled, trying to free myself of his grasp. “Put me down. I can walk.”
He tightened his grip, coming to a door at the end of the hall. When it slid open, a large bed chamber lay beyond. Blindingly white walls surrounded a luxurious, round bed with silvery blankets strewn about like it had been slept in. One of Rhone’s heavy, leather belts sat on the floor like he’d removed it and just tossed it. The chamber even smelled like him. It was a smokey oak smell that I hated finding pleasant. That’s when I realized the room was his.
