“I just want to be happy. I’m tired of getting the short stick in life.”
Bain tilted her chin up. “Things will be different now. You’re mine, and everyone knows it. Boss gave me the rest of the month off, so I’m all yours.”
“Really?”
“Do whatever you want to me.” He winked.
God, he had such a ruggedly handsome face. She could stare at him all day. And his body … just envisioning his ripped body made her think very X-rated thoughts.
“You said we’d spend the rest of the day … you know.”
He scooped her up into his arms without warning. She wasn’t light, but he carried her upstairs as if she weighed a hundred pounds. Bain brought her to a bathroom in the upstairs hallway. It had been renovated with a walk-in shower. He set her down and started the water.
“After every job, I like to come in here and take a
long shower. It’s cleansing, you just imagine the water washing away the shit in your head.” He pulled her shirt up and off, her hair fanning down on her back. “You do the same thing, okay, Scarlett? Forget what you saw today. Let it all wash away.”
“It’s okay, Bain. You don’t have to protect me.” She slipped out of her capris until she was standing in her bra and panties. “And I don’t blame you for anything. I’m glad you did what you did.”
He cupped her cheeks and gave her one soft kiss. “I can’t stand the thought of you being a part of my world. You’re too good for this, and I don’t want to poison you.”
“I’m more broken than you think,” she said. “Maybe two halves can make a whole?”
She saw the emotion in his eyes because it reflected her own. He was nothing like the man she’d first seen at Semenov’s.
Bain groaned as he tugged off his shirt. “Tonight, we’re going to forget about everything. There’s nothing else. It’s just you and me.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Once they were both undressed, Bain slid open the large glass door so they could step inside. The warm water flowed down from the rainfall shower heads. He was right. There was something healing about the water tracing down her hair and face, the old being washed away, replaced with hope and new beginnings.
Bain’s large frame towered over her. He braced one hand on the shower wall, the other settling on the small of her back. He brought her close until there was only a breath between them. “You’re beautiful, Scarlett. More than I deserve.”
“Don’t say that,” she said. “You’re a good man.”
He chuckled. “You won’t think so after tonight.” Bain kissed her on the mouth, the water rushing down around them. Her need that had been put on the back burner returned with a vengeance. His hard, tattooed body kept coming closer until she was pressed to the tiled wall. She could feel his desire, his masculine energy surrounding her. Scarlett rested a hand on each of Bain’s biceps, savoring the feel of his muscles flexing. She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, his tongue tracing patterns along her erogenous zones.
“That feels so good,” she said.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He returned to her lips, devouring, tasting, claiming. The roughness of his stubble scratched her cheeks, but she didn’t care. His strength aroused her. He could snap her in two or put a bullet in her head, but Bain loved her, wanted her. It was addicting to tame such a beast.
They managed to dry off a bit and make their way to his bedroom. Unlike the night before, the sun hadn’t set so there would be no hiding their nudity. Normally she’d be a bit uncomfortable, but she’d passed that point of no return in the shower. All she wanted was to feel Bain filling her, taking her again and again. She’d had other men, and it only confirmed that he was beyond average, any woman’s fantasy, and all hers.
She wanted to give him something more, to wrap her lips around his big dick. They both needed an escape, to give up complete control in exchange for new, wicked pleasures. Scarlett bent over, kissing her way down his hard abs on her way to his erect cock. Her mouth salivated with her desire to taste him, to feel him between her tongue and pallet. She wrapped her hand around the base and licked the smooth tip.
“No, Scarlett, don’t.” He pulled away, sitting on the bed. “Let me make love to you.”
Was she doing it wrong? He had such a beautiful cock, perfect actually, like the rest of him. Didn’t men like their woman to go down on them? She desperately wanted to pleasure him at the same time as she craved to explore his body.
When she looked at him, she realized his chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if he’d just been frightened or run a few laps. “Are you okay? What’s wrong with you?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Come here, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
Something didn’t feel right. She didn’t want to just take and never give back. It wasn’t fair. Scarlett stood between his parted legs, and he cupped her ass in his palms, taking her areola into his mouth. She moaned, her pussy pulsing in response. Bain was so damn good at what he did. He almost made her forget everything.
“No.” She moved away. “Why won’t you let me go down on you?”
“You don’t want to do that,” he said.