Page 24 of Claiming Ours
I nodded. “Are you wanting me to take the lead? Because I’ll be honest, I will take until you tell me to stop. I want it all, sweetheart. All you’re willing to give me.”
Her lips parted as her breathing grew erratic. Instead of responding, she let her hands drop, making me hold back a pathetic pout, and turned to tiptoe toward her room. I followed the sway of her ass the entire way, only looking up when she stopped at the doorframe.
My muscles bunched with the need to close the distance between us, to rip off her clothes and take and take and take. To taste every inch of her amazing body, imprint the feel of my cock buried so deep inside her cunt that she’d always feel fucking stuffed full even when I wasn’t there, making her scream my name.
“Liam.” I jerked out of the fantasy, finding her smiling at me with a knowing look, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Are you coming?”
Fucking hopefully.
“Where?” That was the safer and smarter response.
With a smirk, she disappeared into her room, crooking a single finger over her shoulder for me to follow. Which I immediately did like a trained dog following its owner’s command.
Paused at the entrance to her bathroom, she spun to face where I stood, hands gripping the doorframe above my head. Ineeded that grounding, feeling the wood creaking beneath my hold, until I knew exactly what she wanted from me.
“I need to get ready for work, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t shower last night since you were babysitting me.”
More like watching her sleep like a fucking crazy person, imagining sleeping beside her, curled up against her, feeling her soft body molded against my hard muscles.
I missed that the most about marriage.
The comfort of holding the one you loved in your arms all night, protecting them and keeping them safe. There was a peace that came with feeling them beside you, breathing deeply in sleep, knowing they were okay. A good fuck was easy to come by, but that, the intimacy that came with holding someone, only came with a genuine connection.
“So, what do you say?” she asked. The hesitancy in her tone snapped my gaze from her unmade bed to where she stood, fingers twisting nervously in front of her stomach.
“To what?” I hedged, not wanting to put words in her mouth. “I need you to be very clear about what you’re wanting, sweetheart.”
Baylee’s head tipped toward the bathroom behind her. “Showering.” I followed the movement as her throat worked with a hard swallow. “With me.”
Every muscle bunched, and my lungs froze. “Showering with you,” I clarified. “To….”
Get clean?
Get dirty?
Break me into a weeping baby at seeing her perfect naked body and not being able to worship it the way I desperately wanted?
Fucking hell, I was pathetic.
“Well, I was hoping to repay you for being so sweet last night and?—”
I dropped a hand from the doorframe and swiped it through the air, cutting her off right the fuck there. “If I ever,” I growled, my bubbling anger burning through the earlier desire, “hear you say you need to repay me for making sure you were safe or taking care of you, I will spank your fine ass so fucking hard you won’t remember what it’s like to sit without those sweet cheeks stinging.”
A flush spread along her throat and crept over her cheeks.
“Oh, yeah, okay. But that was easier to say out loud than actually admitting what I want,” she said, shifting her gaze to the side like she was embarrassed.
In three quick strides, I was in front of her, cupping her face in one hand with enough pressure to make her look up at me.
“You’re an amazing woman, Baylee. Smart, beautiful, kind, and so fucking strong to survive what you have and still find the strength to smile every damn day. Tell me what you want. Be brave for me, and I’ll give it to you. I can guarantee you there isn’t anything you’ll ask of me that I won’t do or find a way to.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay.”
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. No hiding from this, from me.”
Both lids popped open as she exhaled. “I want you in the shower with me.”
“That’s my girl. Now tell me?—”
