Page 115 of Unexpected Heroine

His grin shoots straight to my clit. This man needs to smile more. I’d forgotten how much I missed it.

As my gaze rakes up and down his frame, I try to recall if I’ve ever seen him in this type of tactical getup. Aside from the night he rescued me, that is.

It’s beyond sexy. For the first time, he resembles the military operative he once was. Tough and virile. My damn hero.

My nipples pebble to stiff peaks.

He drops his pants, revealing a sheathed knife strapped to his calf. A lump forms in my throat as I push away thoughts of what he might have needed that for.

My inner delulu perks her head up in the corner of my mind, reassuring me it’s merely for self-defense. Of course it is, D.

Drawn to him with a powerful need, I approach hungrily. “May I join you in the shower?”

His eyes drop to my waist where I’m tugging on the hem of my shirt. “Abso-fucking-lutely, sugar bear.”

A few seconds later, I’m wearing nothing but a smile as he beckons me into the shower. I join him eagerly, feeling a touch giddy.

Not only am I looking forward to being naked with him, I also need to scrub away his smoky scent. According to delulu, it’ll be easier to ignore whatever he did if I can’t smell it.

If anyone else noticed the odor, they didn’t mention it during our pig out. Not that he stayed in the kitchen for long. After he woofed down his eggs, he disappeared to handle a few things on the computer.

And so, yet again, I’m sweeping more shit under the rug.

Eventually, I’ll need to bust out the vacuum. If the lump of shit grows much larger, we’ll be tripping over it. We all know that’s dangerous for me, especially given my overabundance of gracefulness.

“Temperature okay, sugar bear?”

“Yeah.”

Same as always, he positions us so the warm spray is more on me than him. Sweet man.

Once more, I wonder how on earth no one has ever loved him.

I settle into the moment, letting all the worries from the day rinse down the drain. A soft moan escapes me as the hot water soothes my scalp and goes to work on the body aches from all the laughter and floor-sitting tonight.

My attention catches on the vigorous way he washes his hair, scrubbing his scalp like it owes him money. Instead of thinking about why, I focus on the flex and roll of his triceps. When he rinses the suds, he repeats the process.

Dang it to heck. Getting harder to ignore what got him so smelly that he needs such a thorough wash tonight. Good thing I’ve got a black belt in distracting myself.

Before my mind has a chance to run with the llamas, he returns his hands to me, helping clean and condition my hair. As he combs his fingers through my long tresses, he’s gentle and loving. I adore how he handles me so delicately.

Eager to touch him, I lather my hands and trail them over his taut flesh.

We don’t speak for a long time, simply enjoying caressing each other peacefully.

It’s not like me to be so quiet. Normally, by now, I’d have filled the silence with some of my nonsense ramblings or babbling about my day. Tonight, I can’t quite trust my tongue.

After my hair is done, he grabs my loofah from the hook and starts on my body. As always, he’s careful around my sore spots. Thankfully, they’re lessening day by day.

While he washes me, I trail my hands over his pecs and shoulders, tugging him closer.

My thoughts turn carnal, and my tug turns into a yank.

“Can’t wash you if we’re plastered together,” he says with a surprised grin.

“We’re clean enough, aren’t we?” Wrapping my hands around his nape, I pull his face toward mine. “Drop the loofah and put those hands to better use.”

Instantly, it falls to the tub floor. His eyes flash wild, and he settles his hands on my hips to align our lower bodies. His cock twitches against my lower belly.

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