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The cabin’s layout was a huge open concept, with two floors, the top having what she assumed were other bedrooms overlooking the living room. She tiptoed across the wood floors to Thea’s room next door. Naomi leaned in to listen, not hearing anything, before she cracked the door and peeked in.
Her daughter’s red curls were strewn on the huge king-size pillow, and her thumb was in her mouth. Naomi ventured in and wrapped a curl around her finger, twirling it lightly. Naomi’s heart ached in her chest.
Dean had almost hurt their daughter. Again. It didn’t matter to Naomi if he went to therapy—something she was now sure he’d never intended to do—and came out a whole new person. Naomi was done. She was putting her oxygen mask on first. The man was toxic. Hell, more than toxic. He was fucking dangerous. There was no way she was subjecting herself or her daughter to that maniac ever again. She’d told Wes she was going to prosecute this time and she meant it. Dean had lied before and told her he was going to get help. Hopefully now a court wouldn’t give him a choice.
Naomi pulled the door closed and made her way through the dim light back to Wes’s bedroom. Just as she entered, Wes exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam, only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Her eyes ran the length of his muscles, damn near salivating at his tattooed pecs where a beautiful, colorful snake was twisted around his chest, taking a bite from his heart. Without thinking, she reached for it and traced it.
“Gorgeous.”
“Funny.” Wes smirked. “I was about to say the same about you.”
Naomi rolled her eyes, but Wes wrapped his hand around the one still on his chest and pulled her against him. He leaned low, his voice coming out in a breath against her ear, causing shivers down her back and making her core clench.
“Are you ready to be treated like the queen you are?”
Chapter Forty-Four
If Naomi’s panties weren’t already damp, that would’ve done the trick. She gave him a dazed nod as she squeezed her legs closed to prevent a flood.
“This way, milady.” He pulled her inside by the hand and she fought the urge to squeeze it three times again.
They entered the room and the soothing scent of rich gardenias and green apples filled her nostrils and calmed her. A large white clawfoot tub sat catty-corner in the room. Lit candles covered every inch of the small tiered wooden tables lining the tub, leaving a small space for a bather to climb in.
Wes dipped the fingertips of his injured hand into the full, steamy tub, flicking bubbles off as he raised it again. He kissed her temple and let her go before indicating the tub with both hands.
“For you, my queen. Enjoy.”
His eyes crinkled at the edges, free from their glasses. She missed the frames, but she couldn’t resist lingering her gaze across his smile before he turned. Her heart stuttered and she grabbed his arm.
“Wait!” She swallowed. “Stay.”
The surprise on his face was quickly replaced by a smolder that made her knees week.
Slowly, she let him go, and despite his mischievous grin, she was still afraid he’d leave. She stepped back and tugged on the hem of her shirt. Her eyes stayed on his piercing blue orbs before she followed through.
The ice there was completely at odds with the warmth and kindness that always surrounded him. It was only in his eyes that she could see the cold fear of losing control and his fight not to turn into the monster he believed he was. But she knew better. He wasn’t a monster. He was her knight.
She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts, trying not to succumb to shyness, even though Wes had basically already seen the rest of her. When they’d had sex, they’d somehow managed to keep her clothes on and she regretted not taking the time to fully appreciate his body, too. Now she was getting completely naked, bodyandsoul, for the first time in… well, ever.
Dean had plenty of shit to say about her small breasts, making fun of her for not even really needing a bra. But Wes’s sharp inhale relieved her tension. She had curves, sure, but they were all in her hips and ass. The fact that he had an awed expression gave her the boost of encouragement she needed.
“I know you’re already clean from your shower but… do you wanna get in too?”
He glanced to the water and back before giving her a wicked smirk. “I’d love to join, but if I sink into that tub with you, getting clean will be the last thing on my mind.”
"Well then…” She dipped her hand into the warm water. Once it was soaked, she stood and bit her lip before closing the gap between the two of them. Using her wet finger, she traced the valley dividing his abs. Muscles tensed as she left a trail to his waistband. She ended her tease by curving her finger inside the fabric and giving a light tug. “Come dirty me up, troublemaker.”
At her challenge, his stare grew heated while he watched her step back and hook her thumbs under her own waistband. He slowly began to mirror her movements, his focus holding steady on her hands as she slid her jeans and thong down her legs and stepped out of them both. Taking the moment they hadn’t had the first time, she cataloged every inch of him, and she let him do the same.
The man was huge compared to her and looked menacing with his entire body almost completely covered with delicious tattoos of skulls and snakes. There were also patches of small scrapes and slight redness from the bombing and fire, evidence of how truly lucky she was that both Wes and Thea got out safely. All thanks to him.
Gratitude filled her chest and flowed through her veins, making her fingers tingle to touch him again. She licked her lips as her eyes trailed down his body to his already hard cock. Last time, she’d barely been able to conceal her surprise at his size. Back in college, Sophie told her it’s always the nerdy, quiet ones who have the longest dicks.
Guess there’s somethin’ to that.
Her gaze traveled back up his chest to his face, expecting it to be full of smug male satisfaction at her stare, only to find reverent awe there instead.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed before dragging his eyes back to hers.
