Page 105 of Prey

“Good.”

I took off my clothes first, loving the way her heated eyes took me in. I would never get tired of the way she looked at me.

I ran my hand down from my abs to my cock, giving myself a few strokes, and she licked her lips.

I smirked and stepped up closer to her.

I reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it and lifting it off her.

She shivered slightly as I took in her creamy, pale skin against a lacy, baby-pink bra.

She looked both innocent and fuckable.

I pressed my thumb against her nipple through the bra, and her mouth gaped open, but nothing came out.

“Fucking perfect,” I said, leaning forward, tugging the cups down until her tits sprang free and pulled one dusky pink nipple into my mouth. I suckled on it, and she moved toward my touch, groaning.

“Roman.”

I rolled the hardened nub between my teeth, tugging on it slightly and eliciting another sound from her.

Her hands came up to my head, her fingers shifting through the short strands, tugging on them every time I sucked more of her into my mouth.

Finally, I let go of her with a pop and pulled her down from the counter.

She looked up at me with trust in her eyes.

Trust that I knew I would do every unimaginable thing possible to keep.

I tugged on her leggings and panties until they pooled around her ankles, snaked my arms around her waist, and hauled her in close, carrying her inside the tub.

She watched me as I grabbed the shampoo and squirted it on her hair.

Her hands reached out to massage it, but I stopped her, pulling her wrists away.

“Let me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

After scaring half a lifetime out of me tonight, I was going to need to keep her close to even feel remotely sane again.

She seemed to sense that I needed this, because she nodded, letting her arms fall down to her sides.

I cleaned her up carefully before quickly cleaning myself, my touch reverent on her skin and hasty on my own.

For the first time, there wasn’t really anything sexual about the way I touched her.

But there was intimacy. There was safety.

My hands were steady, strong, and sure.

And she seemed to really need this as much as I did.

Once I was done, she leaned against me, giving me her body weight. That was all right.

More than that.

I was a big man.

I'd carry all of her weight if she let me.

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