Page 77 of Saving You

“I’m going to come, baby,” he says as his grip on my hair loosens, allowing me the freedom to move.

But I don’t want to. My hand leaves his balls, and I find his taint and massage it. His grip on my hair tightens again and his hips buck. Within seconds, he’s coming. He groans my name as mymouth continues to move along his length.

When he’s finished, I release him with a pop and use my thumb to collect any stray drops from my lips before licking them off. As he watches me, his eyes fill with hunger. His hands come under my arms and he lifts me. He spins us so I’m pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall before his lips descend on mine. He has no hesitations about tasting himself as his tongue invades my mouth.

His kiss is full of power and control, and I completely turn myself over to him. I follow his lead as he adjusts the angle of my head to kiss me deeper. I moan as his hand comes up and tweaks my nipple. This man is consuming me in the best ways possible, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive it.

He drops to his knees in front of me. “My turn,” he says with a grin.

Before I can even say anything, he’s spread my legs and his tongue has found my clit, flicking it. It’s so sensitive my back pushes off the wall at the one touch. He chuckles between my thighs, lifting one leg over his shoulder to give him better access.

He’s not slow like he’s been in the past. He devours me with quick and relentless strokes of his tongue. His fingers join in, and within minutes, my legs are giving out as I come, calling his name.

He slowly kisses his way up my body until he’s standing at his full height. He stares at me, his eyes full of emotion as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers.

I hold his eyes and see nothing but truth in them. If I’ve learned anything about this man, it’s that what he says, he means.

He reverently kisses my forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and then leaves a feather-light kiss on my lips. He rests his foreheadagainst mine, closing his eyes.

“How are you real?” he asks.

I chuckle, and his eyes open.

“I could ask the same thing about you,” I say.

We stare at each other for what feels like minutes before he reaches out and grabs my shampoo. He puts a generous amount in his hand before twirling his finger, and I spin. He slowly massages the shampoo into my scalp and down through my hair.

As his fingers work, he says, “You’ve chased the nightmares away.” His voice is soft as he says it, as though he’s scarred to put the words into the universe.

I don’t say anything, waiting to see if he’s going to say more.

“Before you started staying in my bed, I had nightmares every night. I would wake up in a sweat, my heart pounding out of my chest. Ever since you started spending every night in my bed, I haven’t had a single one. You’ve saved me.”

He rinses the shampoo out before working the conditioner into my ends and grabbing the bar of soap, washing every inch of my body. He’s gentle with me. There’s nothing sexual about this it’s so much more. It’s a simple act of taking care of me.

When he finishes, I do the same to him before he washes out the conditioner from my hair. He dries me off before drying himself, and we climb into bed together. As I snuggle into him, I realize that right here in his arms is the place I feel safest in this world, and that scares the shit out of me. What happens when this ends? Will I be able to find that place of safety with just myself?

“Stop overthinking,” he whispers against my temple before kissing it.

“What?”

“You’re overthinking about something. Stop.”

“How’d you know?” I whisper.

“Baby, I know you. I can read your body, your feelings.” His grip around me tightens as he holds me as close to him as possible. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s all going to be fine.”

He kisses my temple again, and I do my best to relax into him. His thumb runs over the skin under my left breast and the movement has me relaxing even more. He’s learned all my tells and what relaxes me in such a short time. I fall asleep to the movement of his thumb and his steady breathing.

The sound of the door creaking open wakes both Caleb and me. He sits up, and I follow. Charlie is standing in the doorway, clutching her Princess.

“Caleb, can I sleep with you? I had a bad dream.”

“Of course, Little Bear. Can you give me one minute?”

She nods and steps outside the door, and he quickly jumps out of bed and pulls on a pair of grey sweats and a black VPD shirt before opening the door and picking up Charlie. He carries her back to the bed before climbing in and bringing her with him. She nuzzles her way into his side, and he rubs a hand up and down her back. He leans down and kisses the top of her head, and my heart skips a beat.

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