Page 43 of Nick

When he began stroking her back again, it was comforting to her, and she felt a sense of security when she snuggled her head into his chest. His steady breathing further relaxed her, and she felt at peace at the moment. “I would never have envisioned myself having a human lover, and now I am happier than I could have imagined.”

“You are?” He looked at her eyes as if he wanted to be sure.

“Yes, I am,” she replied.

His face was filled with pride. He tilted her chin back, and she pushed herself up slightly so that he could kiss her. The moment he pulled back, she licked her lips.

There was a distinct taste of him in it—Spices with a distinctly male flavour. The sound her beast made could only be compared to a purr. A smirk spread across his face as he raised his eyebrows.

She shrugged and confessed, “I have no idea what that is,” to which he laughed and hugged her tightly.

Her eyes closed. She listened to his heart as he fell asleep, followed closely by her soft snores. His embrace and laughter were enough to soothe her worries and help her find a sense of peace. She found solace in the sound of his heart, the gentle rhythm lulling her to sleep until morning.

Nick was still asleep when she woke up in the morning. The sticky feeling made her move her legs and grimace.

Taking care not to awaken him, she rose slowly from the bed. This was exactly what he needed. It was amazing to see him so relaxed and free of the tension he had been experiencing since he learned of the traitor’s identity.

After tiptoeing out of the room, she shut the door and made her way to the shower. A glance at her reflection in the mirror caused her to wince as she entered the bathroom. There was a wildness about her hair, and her eyes were heavy with sated pleasure. It looked as if she’d spent the night with a male.

She waited for the water to warm up before getting into the shower. After soaking her wild hair under the showerhead, she rubbed shampoo through it and turned her head into a foamy mess. Then, grabbing the conditioner, she slipped her head back under the spray.

She wasn’t trying to hide her relationship with Nick, but after last night, she wasn’t sure if she could. It was as if their scents were deeply infused into her skin. She only hoped Nick would want to share this with others.

She was sure of him and sure of them.

He made her feel comfortable. She didn’t flinch when he touched her because they took their time. This was unexpectedly beautiful for her because she might have freaked out if they rushed. When he’d spread her thighs, he didn’t make her feel unsafe. As soon as he touched her, she knew she was loved, and when he gazed at her possessively, it was evident how much he cared for her.

After pushing the conditioner into her palm, she placed the container down and started rubbing it through her hair to make it silky soft. Nick opened the door in a light cotton robe.

Holding her heart, she cursed. “I didn’t even hear you,” she said. Her thoughts must have distracted her enough for him to sneak up on her.

“Hmm,” he grinned, but his gaze was drawn to her naked body. She almost laughed when he stepped inside. She had to put out a hand to stop him. He froze. “What?” he asked.

“Your robe,” she said with amusement.

Then he glanced at it in surprised amazement and dropped it on the floor. Stepping into the shower, he looked for soap. As he lathered up a cloth, she washed out the rest of her conditioner.

When her hair was done rinsing out, he turned to her. He stepped into her space and grabbed her hips with one hand. She waited to see what he would do next. He encouraged her to turn, so she did, and he drew her against his body. He pushed his full length into the crease in her arse.

Was he going to thrust into her there…unprepared?

Bringing the cloth to her front, he rubbed it gently over her belly. Then, taking his time to massage every inch of her top half, he gave his undivided attention to her skin. A short moment later, his thumb caught her nipple as he rubbed over her breasts, briefly cupping them.

She almost groaned when he moved away. “Lift your leg onto the side of the bench,” he instructed.

Harper glanced at the bench and lifted her foot.

This gave him access to her leg without having to move away from her. Keeping his body against her while he washed her leg, he leaned over her shoulder. When he reached between her thighs, she held her breath. “Put your leg down and bring the other up,” he instructed.

Putting her leg back on the tile, a grunt of frustration escaped Harper’s lips. She had to bite back another sound when he pinched her nipple.

Putting his hand under her thigh, he helped her lift it onto the ledge. While he rolled the cloth over her leg, his attention was focused on her calf, behind the knees, and inside the thigh.

When he reached the junction of her thighs again, her hips bucked involuntarily. There was no doubt in her mind about what she wanted. It was Nick who groaned this time. The cloth hit the tile with a wet splash, and then his fingers were spread across her body, cupping her, then spreading her folds.

Her head slammed against his shoulder. In a triple assault that left her weak at the knees, his lips found her neck, and he plucked her nipple while playing between her thighs.

She felt a strong tug of desire and the sensation of her body melting into his. He kissed her deeply, and his hands roamed around her body, exploring every inch of her skin as he touched her intimately, igniting a fire that burned passionately.

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