Page 133 of Ares' Shield
Water drips down his skin and rolls over his chest and abs. When did he get naked? Does it really matter? Jayden’s body is on full display for me.
Blood has soaked into his skin as well and I cock my head to the side. “Were you injured?”
“No, that’s not mine,” he whispers as he grabs for the washcloth.
Did he not realize he was soaked in my blood? He scrubs at his skin frantically like the fact my blood stains his skin is disgusting to him.
“Are you okay?” I slow his hand.
“I guess it’s giving me a bit of PTSD knowing that your blood is all over me.” He doesn’t look at me as he continues to scrub his skin roughly.
“Jayden, stop. It’s okay.”
What is going on with him? It’s like he’s in a trance, scrubbing away until his skin turns pink.
I cup his cheeks and turn his face away from his scrubbing so he stares into my eyes. “I’m here. I’m okay. Adrian healed me.”
“I just keep seeing you in my lap bleeding everywhere and so fucking still, Beth. I can’t unsee it.” He leans his forehead against mine.
I press my lips against his and groan as his hands drop the washcloth and he pulls me into the heat of his body. The kiss is slow and searching. It’s so full of everything we feel for each other.
Jayden breaks the kiss too soon and takes a step back from me. I reach for him, but he crouches in front of me and picks the discarded cloth up from the floor and runs it slowly up my calf.
“Jayden, what are you doing?” I shiver.
“I’m cleaning you up.” The cloth slides up the back of my leg to my knee and I nearly collapse.
“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper.
“Would you just let me take care of you?” He glances up at me and the pain in his eyes drops every protest I would have just made.
That really fucking scared him. What does that mean?
He swipes the towel over my thighs, cleaning them and turning it pink from the blood. Jayden straightens as he gets to my stomach. The skin of my scar is tender, and I flinch as the rough fabric of the washcloth scrapes at my skin.
“Sorry,” Jayden says and plants a kiss on my scar.
Water droplets fall from his lashes as he stares up at me.
His blond hair sticks to his forehead and I push it back out of his face. “It’s okay. It’s just a little sore.”
I try to pull him up to his feet, but he bats my hands away. He skates his fingers up the inside of my leg to my thighs.
Tingles race down my spine as I slump back into the wall. “Jayden, what are you doing?”
He kisses my inner thigh before draping my leg over his shoulder. One hand grips my ass, holding me in place as the other continues its path to the place I need him most.
He nips my thigh and my back arches at the sensation of pleasure and pain mixing. Jayden chuckles and the vibration travels up my thigh to my center.
Fuck. He’s trying to kill me.
“What’s the matter, Beth?” He blinks up at me innocently.
“Don’t stop,” I growl.
“I hadn’t planned on stopping until you’re a puddle at my feet. Then I plan to fuck you against the tile.” He grins.
Jayden pushes two fingers inside of me and I scream at the swift intrusion. He hits the G-spot and I’m already climbing toward that peak. That place where I definitely will be in a puddle at his feet.
