Page 53 of Fanatic

This bath was amazing, and that big, two of us could fit inside. My mind flitted to Fanatic and his leanly defined muscles. Fanatic was tall but not bulky or skinny, and I knew he worked out, and I’d seen him topless and in shorts. Fanatic had a decidedly lickable body.

Why was I thinking of him sexually?

Worse, I didn’t even feel guilty that I was. What did that mean? I thought of Grey, and a pang hit me, but nowhere near as sharp as it had been, say, a month ago. Was I moving on, and holy hell… considering Fanatic as a potential lover? How would Fanatic react if I made a move? Would Fanatic see that as betraying his friend? Would Fanatic assume that I’m using him as a rebound? Too many questions! I screamed silently and ducked my head under water to clear my throat.

Scythe’s kiss had awakened something inside, whether he meant to or not. It had made me feel alive, and oh shit, that man can kiss. But Scythe hadn’t made me crazy with desire, although I was starting to think one guy was.

I’d had my head in the sand for a long time. Only able to see grief, but I was learning sorrow wouldn’t help Danny. There was life to be lived, and it was unreasonable to believe I would spend the next fifty years alone. Whether I filled those with casual relationships to protect my heart or if I took the plunge and risked loving someone was undecided.

But a pair of blue eyes kept grabbing my attention, and I loved how his ass filled his jeans. I also liked the way Fanatic had a habit of leaning against something with his ankles and arms crossed. I don’t know why, but I found that stance very attractive.

And now I felt weird! What type of freak loved the way a man stood or leaned? Me, apparently.

“You awake?” Fanatic’s voice came through my bathroom door.

“Yeah.” I wondered what he’d do if I strolled out of the bathroom buck naked. And shit, now I was aroused and couldn’t do anything about it with him so close. Fuck my life.

“We gotta talk.”

“Sorry, but I warned everyone to keep Rage away from me. I wasn’t lying when I said I was not ready.”

“Get that, Willow. But we spoke about a therapist. You need to see one, babe,” Fanatic replied.

Argh. Stop calling me babe in that English accent. Unsettled, I rubbed my legs together.

“Agreed, I don’t want to lose my family, but I can’t stand the sight of them either. Tell Drake I’m getting help, and I know I shouldn’t have blamed him. But I can’t help it!”

“You kissed Scythe?”

“Yup.”

“Kiss on the cheek or full-on sexy?” Fanatic demanded, and his voice changed. Was that jealousy?

“Full on, tongues, bodies pressed together, the works.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Willow,” Fanatic growled.

A mew escaped me at the rough tone of his voice.

“Scythe knows how to kiss, that’s for damn sure. God, I always had a crush on him, Onyx, Jailbait, and Inglorious, too, but to be kissed by one… holy shit. Beyond my wildest dream.”

The bathroom door blew open, and the entrance framed Fanatic.

“Fanatic!” I squealed, ducking below the bubbles.

“Holy shit?” he snarled.

In four strides, Fanatic was at the bath and kneeling as he hauled my slick, wet body to him. “Holy shit?” he murmured, his eyes flashing in temper.

Fanatic’s hand crept into my hair, and his lips descended on mine.

Chapter Eleven.

Willow

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