Page 47 of Conquering the King of Storms

Intimate.

Which he had just told me he was shitty at.

“You won’t be able to reach the soap. It’s attached to the wall.” His hand was soft as he brushed a few strands of hair from my eyes. “I can get in with you. We can leave our clothes on.”

My nose wrinkled.

Intimate suddenly sounded wonderful.

Showering in the same clothes that I had been wearing for so long?

Hard pass.

“We’ve been naked together before, so it’s not a big deal. We’ll just shower together fast,” I told him, reaching down to the straps of my dress. “I want to burn this thing. It smells like the cave.”

He chuckled quietly. “Your hair probably does too.”

I smacked him lightly on the arm, snorting. “If mine stinks, think how bad yours smells. You have at least three times as much hair as me.”

“At least,” he agreed.

His hands remained lightly on my hips as I started peeling my dress down my body. When the fabric reached my hips, he moved a hand up higher. I couldn’t stop a sharp breath in at the warm feeling of his large palm on my small waist.

“You okay?” he murmured, helping me peel the dress down over my ass and thighs.

“Mmhm.” I didn’t attempt to form words.

I was suddenly feeling way, way too warm for that.

“Give me a moment.” His hand remained planted on my bare waist, but the other one disappeared from my body. My face reddened when I heard fabric rustling, and realized he was stripping right behind me.

Hopefully the water was really, really hot. Then it would hide the redness of my face and the other parts of me that felt the need to blush.

I had given him a handjob when I was drugged, but he hadn’t really let me look at him naked. He had felt huge, but I’d never seen him. And suddenly I really, really wanted to.

Ignoring that desire, I remained where I was. My knees still shook a little, but between his grip and his magic, I was standing upright pretty well.

“Ready?” His words were soft, and his other hand also landed on my waist.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

We stepped under the water together, and the blissful heat had my eyes closing.

A shower.

A real fucking shower.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that simple, mundane part of life back on Earth.

Chapter 12

One of Sirus’shands left my skin again, and his fingers carefully worked through the wild braids in my hair. My throat swelled, but I tried to ignore it.

His touch felt really, really good.

“Am I pulling too hard?” he asked me, leaning in so his lips were only a breath away from my ear.

“Nope,” I managed.

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