Page 94 of Timber

Then I hear crying.

Panic runs through me as I throw the blankets off, rush into the bathroom, and rip open the shower door.

There, sitting on the shower floor, is my sunshine, practically rubbing her skin raw with a luffa.

Not saying a word, I shut the shower door and pick her up, still in my boxers. Sitting down on the bench, I sit her down so she’s straddling my legs and take the luffa from her hands.

Her head falls forward on my chest, and she clings to my shoulders as she cries.

When her tears finally stop, she shakes her head, buries her face in her hands, and folds in on herself. “Sorry.” Her voice is so soft, I barely hear it above the sound of the shower.

Placing a finger under her chin, I force her to look up at me.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, but I need to know why you were practically scrubbing your skin off.”

She pales. Her eyes close and she shakes her head as she tries to get off my lap.

That’s not happening.

Releasing her chin, I grip both of her thighs and pull her close to me.

She startles when she feels me hard under her, and her gaze snaps to mine.

“That’s not something I can control, Sunshine. I’m trying to ignore the fact that you’re naked on my lap, but I am a man. Now, what’s going through your head?”

Once again she looks away, shame evident on her face as she wraps her arms around her waist, folding in on herself.

Gently, I grasp her chin and make her look at me. Cocking an eyebrow, her eyes turn misty.

“I could feel their hands on me,” she whispers.

Rage flows through me that these fuckers are still hurting her, even when they’re not around. Taking a deep breath, I tamp down my anger. It won’t do her any good to see that side of me right now.

“Sunshine, if you ever feel like this again, you come to me. I won’t have my woman suffering in silence. You give me that weight to bear. You got it?”

Command rings through my voice. Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way her body responds to my command, either.

A shiver runs through her as her pupils dilate and her nipples pebble. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps despite the warm water. A beautiful, rosy flush rises in her cheeks, going down her slender neck and spreading over her chest.

She licks her lips. “Yes, Liam.”

Another time, I’ll explore this new aspect, but not right now.

Grabbing hold of her thighs, I stand and lower her to the ground.

Turning her so that the water hits her hair, I make sure it’s wet before grabbing her shampoo and gently massaging it in. Sunshine’s hands come up to my chest as she closes her eyes. While I’d love to have her hands elsewhere, this isn’t about me, it’s about her.

As I’m washing Sunshine’s hair, I’m surprised when a moan escapes her. It’s then that my sister’s words come back to me about how most women love having their hair washed and someone massaging their scalp in the process. When another moan escapes her, I’m guessing Sunshine falls into that category.

I have to bite my lip to keep my mind and hands on task. Her moans and beautiful body have me hard as a rod right now.

Rinsing her hair, I repeat the process with her conditioner and rinse it out as well. I eye her luffa but decide against using it. I bet her skin is probably sensitive after she scrubbed it raw.

Squirting a generous amount of soap into my hands, I start washing her body. Almost immediately, I wish I had grabbed the luffa instead.

Her eyes turn hooded as I run my hands over her body, and her breaths coming in little pants. Kneeling, I run my hands over one of her legs, raising it slightly to wash her foot. The action puts me right at eye level with her pussy. She’s drenched, and I don’t mean from the water.

When I put her leg down, a whimper escapes her and I repeat the process with her other leg, purposefully avoiding her pussy.

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