Page 96 of Surrender to Me
The cabin has gotten a little chillier without me noticing.
Always caring, he wraps me in a blanket, then somehow manages to stand while still holding me.
He carries me into the bathroom, and he slides me onto the vanity while he warms up the water.
When steam billows from the glass enclosure, he helps me inside and steps in behind me, closing us in the heat.
“Are you doing okay?”
“I’m…” As the warm water trails down my body, I search for the words. I don’t think there really are any to express all my feelings. I’m overwhelmed, thrilled, excited, complete, exhausted, and simultaneously ready for more. “Yes.”
He trails his gaze down my body, as if wanting to be sure I’m telling the truth. Then he turns me around so he can look at my back side.
“It wasn’t too much for you?”
That answer is easier. “Not at all. I liked…learning. Experiencing.”
“That’s my girl.”
What would it be like?
Just for a second, I let the idea tease me. Spending nights like this?
But reality is also comprised of days. Work. Obligations. Staying one step ahead of the bad guys. That goes for both of us. As for me, I’m also trying to stay one step ahead of the good guys.
I frown.
“Did I lose you?”
Pulling myself back into the moment, I shake my head. “Just processing.”
We haven’t been here very long, but it’s also a lifetime in terms of my experience.
He soaps my body, his hands gentle over my breasts, circling my tender nipples until I moan, then sliding down my stomach, between my thighs.
With care, he rinses my pussy, his fingers gliding through my folds.
My legs suddenly shaky, I lean into him.
He turns the spray so that the water cascades over us.
“May I?” I ask, reaching for the bar of soap he’s about to put down.
“Yeah.” His lips form a beautiful half smile.
I take my time, exploring his chest, his scars, the hard length of his cock.
Despite the fact he’s just come, he seems ready again. He groans as I stroke him, the soap slick on his skin. Right now, I feel powerful, desired, cherished.
I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced any of these emotions before.
When the water turns a little chilly, he turns off the faucet and grabs a fluffy towel to dry me off.
In the bedroom, he helps me into cozy, warm clothes. I had no idea that such caretaking was part of dominance. Or is that just Stryker’s personality?
He pulls on sweatpants and a fresh flannel shirt. No matter what he wears, the man is sexy as hell. If I were a fashion designer, I’d hire him to sell my latest line. The way he fills out the shoulder and chest, the way his hips are narrow, and his strong thighs…
“Allie?”
