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I opened my eyes and looked through the glass shower door. It was fogged from the hot steam, but I recognized that sexy head of dark hair and big bulky shoulders coming toward me.
I moved my hand across the glass to clear it.
Grayson smiled and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Did I say you could intrude on my shower?” I arched a brow at him.
“I didn’t ask,” he retorted with a smirk, pulling down his pants and boxers. Once he was naked, he slid open the door and climbed in behind me. His strong arms came around my waist, and he pressed a kiss to my nape. “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I’m just worried. After the shit I’ve seen lately, I can’t be too careful. If there’s even a chance this guy could be after you, I don’t want to brush it off.”
“I understand.” I leaned against him, turning my head and resting my cheek on his. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore tonight.”
Grayson nodded and held me closer, his cock poking the top of my ass. His hands traveled down my wet chest before resting on my sides.
“Do you remember the first time we ever showered together?” I asked, smiling at the memory.
“Ugh. Yeah.” Grayson groaned and turned me around to face him. His brown hair looked even darker as the water drenched it. “I had you pinned against the wall, about to stick my cock in you. And then I fucking slipped and slammed my face against your ass, giving myself a nosebleed. My knees, face, and everything were bruised, but not as much as my pride.”
I chuckled, feeling my heart lighten. “I kissed it and made it better.”
“Uh huh.” His fingertips danced down my back. “Let’s not have a repeat of that. My ego is already too damaged right now.”
“Because of the copycat?”
He nodded and bent forward to kiss my collarbone. And then he stayed there, wrapping his arms around my lower body and holding me, the side of his face resting against my sternum.
Having a man as big as Grayson cuddle against me like that, as if seeking comfort, made my chest ache. He was strong, stubborn, and not afraid of much, but he needed me to hold him right now.
I moved my hands along his shoulder blades and kissed the top of his head, trying to ease whatever demons were in there.
“Aunt Abby called me today,” he whispered, holding me a little tighter. “It was when we were on our way back to Addersfield.”
“What did she say?”
“That she’s worried about me.” Grayson pressed his lips to my chest before lifting his head. Maybe it was because of the water, but his eyes had a glassy look to them. “She keeps having a dream where I’m in a dark room with my gun drawn, and I’m searching for something. Today, though, she wasn’t asleep when she saw it. She said she was making tea when the images flashed in her mind. There was more to it this time.”
He swallowed and cupped my cheek in his hand.
“You were in it,” he whispered, his voice raspy.
Understanding dawned on me. “That’s why you’ve been so on edge today and convinced someone’s after me.”
He nodded.
“I thought you didn’t believe in her visions,” I said, trying to lighten the mood with a smile, but it fell short.
He hadn’t told me what she’d seen, and I was too afraid to ask.
“Not sure I do believe them,” he answered. “Magic. Supernatural shit. It doesn’t seem possible to me, and I don’t think it has a place in the real world. But I don’t want to underestimate this guy. I can’t explain it, but something dark’s been following me all week. Longer than that. The only time I can sleep is when I’m with you. Otherwise, I have nightmares all night. I hear a damn scratching that drives me insane.” Grayson shook his head and sharply exhaled. “Let’s talk about something else.”
He needed the distraction just as much as I did.
I kissed him. His hands gripped my lower back and mine tangled in his hair. No more was said about his dream, the killer, or the investigation.
Grayson deepened the kiss and pushed me against the wall, devouring my mouth like he was a starving man and my lips were his sustenance. I couldn’t breathe as he sucked, nipped, and tongue-fucked my mouth.
Who needed air anyway, though?
He pulled back just long enough for us to catch our breaths before he dove in again.
