Page 66 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

The wink he flashes at me ignites a fire in my ovaries. “I’m a free-baller. The boys like to breathe.”

Holy hell.“It’s not bad for quick access, either.”

He chuckles, toeing his pants across the floor to land with my discarded clothes. “There won’t be anything quick about this. After watching you fight, I’m hoping you have the same strength and stamina with your clothes off as you do with them on.”

As he reaches past the glass door to start the water, I unclip my bra and dangle it to one side on one finger. “No one has outlasted me yet.”

He straightens and his warm, caramel gaze locks onto my breasts. I brush my fingers over the peaked tips of my nipples and his eyes flip to bright gold again. “Is that a challenge?”

I shove my panties down my hips and step out of the slip of cotton when it hits the floor. Biting my bottom lip, I duck under his arm and into the shower. “Come wash off the grunge of our day. I want to get to the fucking part.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I step under the heat of the spray and tilt my head back. Water soaks my hair, and I run my hands over my head, washing away any vampire blood and bits that splattered on me.

I still can’t believe Zane exploded one of his men on me.

And the ruined agony in his gaze as he realized he’d shown me the beast he’d always been so careful to hide.

I’m sorry. I denied my feelings for you, terrified that one day you would see my true nature unleashed or fall prey to it.

He spoke into my mind, which both thrilled and terrified me. Why would he trust me with his secrets now? What’s going on with him?

“Everything all right, beautiful?”

I open my eyes, and reality comes crashing back to me. Tucker is the man I’m naked with. I have no business thinking about Zane or any other man. “Sorry. My mind started spinning there for a second.”

“No apology necessary. Do you want to slow this down and take a raincheck?”

I take in all that sculpted perfection and glance down at his cock. He’s solid and that steel rod of bliss is standing straight and ready. “No rainchecks. You promised to make me forget my own name, and I’m hoping you’ll use this bad boy to do it.”

He grins. “I’m a man of my word.”

But as he steps closer, the water pressure fluctuates, and the shower runs cold. I squeal and turn off the tap, giggling. “That was refreshing.”

The sound of water running downstairs explains it.

Tucker grabs a huge, puffy towel and wraps me in it. “Looks like we weren’t the only ones who thought cleaning off the gore of the night was a good idea.”

“Not an issue. I’m just as happy having you dry me off and warming me up.”

He flashes me a sexy grin and continues to dry me off. His hands are massive, and he runs them over my shoulders and down the sides of my ribs. He focuses on drying my chest and then takes special care of each of my breasts.

“These are lovely, by the way.”

I chuckle. “Thanks. Glad you like them.”

He continues with his efforts, pressing the fabric of the towel over my belly and down my thighs. He kneels for my calves and ankles, but too soon, he’s standing again.

After wrapping the length of my hair in the towel and squeezing out the excess water, he wraps the towel around the back of my shoulders and backs me up against the wall.

“All dry?”

“Oh, no. You missed the spot where I’m the most wet.”

He looks me up and down and smiles. “Then I better take care of that.”

“You should. Just to be thorough.”

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