Page 40 of Healing Creek
“Us. I like the sound of that.” She stepped forward, grasping his arm.
Her touch lit a fire beneath his skin. The simmering frustration and aggression exploded into intense want. She was his. He’d all but claimed her. But he wouldn’t take her like an animal. She deserved better from him than that.
“I need to shower.” He moved to step around her, but she slid her grasp to his hand and tugged, leading him to the bathing room.
When they reached the steamy shower room she turned and propped against the wall, watching him with questions in her eyes and a secretive smile on her lips.
“I need to shower,” he repeated.
“Go ahead,” she offered. “I want to talk to you.”
Half of him wanted to rip the towel from her body and bury himself between her slender legs. The other half cautioned him to be careful with her. He wanted her for more than a quick fuck. She was everything.
He couldn’t find the strength to send her away so he stripped off his clothes and stepped under the spray, hoping it would cool him down. The water was warm. And her intake of breath was profoundly unhelpful. Second guessing his instincts, he turned to face her, suddenly worried that breath was something other than interest.
Her gaze stroked across his heated flesh like a touch. It came to a stop on his face. She seemed to have stopped breathing, but there was no distress in it.
“You wanted to talk?” He lifted his eyebrows.
She nodded then finally took a deep breath. “Don’t waste water.” She lifted a finger and indicated he should turn around.
He complied. It took all his will to start washing his overheated body.
“I want to talk to you about the room situation.”
“What room?” He spread the lathered soap across his chest.
“My room. There’s a problem with it.”
Senses alert, he heard her shuffle her feet, shifting her weight. Nervous?
He forced his hands to keep scrubbing. “What’s the problem?”
“It’s too far from you.”
His heart thudded heavily. He stood under the spray and let the water rinse away the cleanser. His hands slapped against the shower wall and he hung his head, wishing the water could cool his need for her. His cock had lengthened and if he turned around, she’d have no doubt of how close he wanted them to be. “Butterfly,” he whispered.
“Creek?” Her voice shook.
Slowly, he turned, her lips pressed together, her eyes hopeful. He flared his nostrils, taking in the moist air around them. Her pheromones were high. She wanted him. He shut off the water and reached for her. She came into his arms easily. Their lips came together in a rush of warm, wet softness. He thrust his tongue between her lips and stroked her tongue with his.
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Creek ran the underside of his fingers along the damp skin of her arms. Down and then up again. She shivered. He wrapped one of his large, warm hands around her neck and used the other to pull the pin from her hair, letting it tumble down her back.
Grace’s hands found the small of his back and her mind stalled over the decision of whether to slide up and across the broad expanse of his shoulders or to slip down to the tight globes of his very nice ass.
She’d wanted him almost from the beginning. The proof that he wanted her in the same way was currently pressed against the towel covering her belly.
“Creek.” She pled against his lips.
He swung her up into his arms and carried her to his bed.
“We’ll get the bed wet,” she warned.
He grinned, showing teeth. “A problem we wouldn’t have in your room.”
“I didn’t like that room. I’m giving it up.”
