Page 40 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
He stepped between my knees, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. “Let me take care of you.”
He helped me into the tub slowly, his arms never letting me go until I was submerged. Warm water wrapped around me like silk, seeping into my sore muscles, soaking away the last of the tension I hadn’t even realized I still held. Crew grabbed a washcloth, dipped it into the water, and began cleaning me carefully like he was worshiping my body. He started with my shoulders, then my arms, then down between my thighs. He didn’t rush, cleaning away the sweat, the stickiness, the evidence of everything we’d done.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He looked up, confused. “For what?”
“For being patient and helping me get back to me.”
He cupped the side of my face. “You never lost yourself. You just forgot how strong you were.”
I blinked fast, trying to keep the tears at bay. When I got out, he wrapped me in a plush towel and carried me again back to bed. He dressed me in one of his tees and laid me down like I was something sacred. Then he got up from the bed and disappeared out the door. A minute later, he came back with a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of water, and a soothing balm he applied to the skin of my ass. He fed me in silence, one strawberry at a time. Holding my gaze and when I reached up to feed him one back, he let me.
“I’m not scared anymore,” I said quietly.
“I know.”
“But I’m still… unsure.”
“About what?”
I took a deep breath. “You saw her face.”
He didn’t respond. Not immediately.
“You saw Sabrina alive. And it shook you, Crew. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it when you kissed me after. You were there… but your mind wasn’t.”
He sat back slightly, setting the bowl aside.
“I thought she was dead,” he said carefully. “I mourned her. I buried her in my heart. Then she showed up… standing next to the people trying to take our daughter. The people who tried to take you from us.”
“I get that,” I whispered. “But I need to know something.”
He looked at me, jaw tight.
“Are you chasing your past?” I asked. “Or are you still fighting for our future?”
“I will always fight for you. I think you already know that though.” He said.
“So, you want this? You want this to be more than what it started out as?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for my hand and placed it over his chest right above his heart.
“You feel that?”
I nodded.
“That’s yours and it has been since the night we met.”
He slid my hand lower, resting it on the lowest point of his abs down to his very hard dick.
“This is yours too.”
Then he guided my hand between my own thighs. “But this, this is mine. And as long as your heart still beats, I will never stop fighting for what we’ve built. For what’s ours.”
I nodded, breath hitching.
His voice softened. “Nova…”
