Chapter 12
When he woke up, the sun was setting outside the windows, turning everything golden. He heard Kyra’s sleepy sigh and looked at her: her beautiful face, her pink mouth, her long, graceful neck. She was so beautiful. So sexy. So adorable. So everything. Everything he’d ever wanted.
He’d wanted her for a long time and hadn’t ever thought it was possible. Where they went with it now remained to be seen. All he could do was offer himself to her. His protection. His love.
Oh yeah, he loved this woman. He loved her with every damn fiber of his being. He loved her vulnerability with him. He loved her brattiness, which was endlessly amusing—not that he’d ever admit that to her. He loved her blue eyes. He loved her blue hair, if for no other reason than that she’d done it to free herself. He had to admire that. Most women in her position, where she’d been so thoroughly manipulated by a guy like Richard, wouldn’t have been able to break away from that. Certainly not with their sense of self intact. Despite all she’d been through, she always knew exactly who she was.
He stroked her face and her lashes fluttered, then she looked at him with her big blue eyes.
“Good morning,” he said.
“It’s morning?”
He chuckled. “No, it’s evening. We only slept for a little while.”
“Tease!”
“I’ll show you teasing,” he said.
He got up, grabbed her and slung her over one shoulder while she pounded on his back, giggling. He carried her to the bathroom and reached into the big shower with one hand while holding her in place with the other.
She yelped. “Rock! What are you doing?”
“I’m going to put my dirty girl in the shower. You need some cleaning up.”
“So do you, you big beast!”
“You didn’t think I was letting you go in alone, did you?”
“Oh, um, I guess not?”
“Can’t tease you if you’re all alone in there,” he said.
“Actually, that kinda would be a tease!”
“Water’s hot. In you go.” He set her on her feet, stepped in with her, bent to brush a quick kiss across her lips, then he turned her around so that she faced the tiled shower wall.
“Brace yourself, Ky.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Hands on the wall,” he ordered.
She surprised him by doing exactly as he’d asked without arguing. He took a moment to take in the sight of her pert little ass before he moved in close behind her and slid his hands over her back, then down over her sides, down her thighs. She let out a small moan and her muscles went loose. He pressed up against her, wrapped his arms around her body and played with her nipples, small, teasing touches of his fingertips. They grew harder and harder, and she began to move, shifting from one foot to the other.
His cock was so damn hard; this was as much a tease for him as for her, but he didn’t want to stop. He reached up and took the shower sprayer and lowered it in front of her, turning to aim the warm stream of water at her clit while holding her folds apart with his free hand.
“Oh! Oh, that feels so good.”
He kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders as he played with her nipples and teased her clit with the water. She started to pant, then to groan, and he sensed she was close. His cock was pulsing, ready. But it was going too fast. He moved the sprayer away.
“No, Rock. Please?”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come!”
“Does my baby need to come that badly?”