Miles. Strong and protective Miles.
Miles, who didn’t get another woman pregnant after all. Who wasn’t involved in my brother’s death. Who’s here right now for me.
Miles turns the shower on for me, and I slowly peel my clothes from my body, completely uninhibited.
When I stand naked, his eyes flare and his jaw clenches. He rakes his gaze over every inch of me, from my painted toenails to the top of my head. Then he turns and walks out of the bathroom.
“Miles,” I say.
“I’ll give you some privacy.”
Privacy? To be alone? “No, wait. Please.”
He turns around and he fixes his gaze to mine.
“I… I really can’t be alone.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you in your living room.”
I swallow. I don’t even want himthatfar away. “Join me? In the shower?”
“Sadie…”
“Please, Miles. I need you. I need to feel alive.”
He studies me some more, as if looking for some mystery. “Are you sure?”
“Standing here naked, right in front of you, I’m absolutely sure. Shower with me. Stay with me. Tonight. In my bed. Make me forget.”
17
MILES
I was tryingto do the right thing. Give her room. Space. Allow her to process the news of her brother’s death without any pressure or expectation from me.
So I don’t push her to do anything. She wants a drink, I get her a drink. She wants a shower, I turn the hot water on. That’s it.
I want nothing from her. I want to give.
But when shewantsme to touch her, to give her pleasure so she forgets, I will do that too. Not because my dick is hard and I know how perfectly tight and wet her pussy is. How I can get lost in her…
No. I want her to get lost inme. She’s seeking solace in my hands. In my body. I’m the only one who can do this for her.
It’s my privilege.
I’ll see it done. Even if I don’t come, if I have blue balls for the rest of the night, I’ll see her sated and her mind empty.
When I nod, she steps into the shower and her body is surrounded by swirling steam.
I strip as she watches, and then she holds out her wet hand for me. I close the door behind me and join her beneath the spray, turning us so my back blocks the water. Grabbing her a bar of soap, I rub it between my palms to work up a thick lather.
We don’t say anything as I clean every inch of her silky skin. Shoulders. Arms. Back. Breasts. Belly. I drop to my knees and wash her legs, and them I move up to her pussy.
My touch is careful but I can’t help but be possessive. Every curve of her is mine and I revel in her beauty.
One small hand settles on my shoulder. Her breathing picks up and she shudders slightly. The water pounds my back, drips down my face as I look up at her.
She doesn’t say anything, only nods. The water reaches her now and the suds are rinsed free.