Page 145 of Taken By the Fae

He pushes away from the door and approaches. “Barely,” he sighs, as if he’s about to scold me. “When I woke up and you weren’t there…” He trails off, and the shadows in his expression make my chest tighten.

“Sorry,” I murmur, lifting my hands to his face, and brush my fingers along his cheeks. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes flick between mine, and there’s something painfully raw about the worry in their deep blue depths, in the way I feel it in my chest. “Promise me.”

My eyes widen. I’m not used to seeing Tristan like this. So… vulnerable. “I promise I’m not going anywhere.” I laugh softly. “Except the shower.”

He chuckles. “I could use a shower.” He leans into me, pressing his lips just below my ear. “You know,” he whispers, “saving water is important for the environment. We should probably shower together.”

I close my eyes, smiling like an idiot. “Oh, yeah?”

His teeth scrape against my neck, making my skin tingle before his lips cover it. “Definitely.”

ChapterForty

Ireach for Tristan’s hand, pulling him toward the bathroom, and squeal when he swats my ass before curling his arm around my waist and lifting me off my feet. He carries me inside, where he sets me on the plush bathmat and kisses my nose.

I run my hand through his well-fucked hair, pushing it away from his face as I lean in to press my lips against his cheek.

He turns his face at the last moment, sealing his lips over mine, and grips my hips, tugging me toward him. “I’m not sure we’re going to make it into the shower,” he murmurs, nipping my lower lip as he trails his hands up my sides.

“Says the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

He chuckles. “Those certainly aren’tmyhands on my ass.”

I giggle, pulling away and reaching over to turn on the shower. I slip out of my clothes, my heart pounding, knowing Tristan is standing behind me with that dark, hungry look in his eyes, as if he’s about to devour me. Heat pools low in my belly as I step out of my panties before turning to face him. My chest is flushed and my eyes dart to his. There’s that look. Hooded lashes, lust-filled gaze, and soft, kissable lips.

He shakes his head, bowing it as he closes the distance between us in a couple of steps. “I have to be the luckiest man on earth,” he says in a low voice, and by the time he finishes speaking, he’s so close his breath grazes my cheek.

My lips twist into a grin. “Yeah?” I slide my hand up the solid muscles of his chest and curl my arm so it drapes around his neck.

He leans in to kiss me again. “Mmm.” His lips brush mine, and he backs me up until I step under the warm spray of water. He runs his fingers along my shoulders, dropping them to my waist as his mouth possesses mine.

After several long, delicious moments, we break apart to fill our lungs. Tristan grabs my hand when I reach for the bottle of body wash, taking it from me. My pulse gives a healthy kick as he pours some into his palm and guides me back against him.

My eyes close when his hands touch my skin. He starts at my shoulders, massaging me with the soap and easing the tightness out of my muscles. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, though it’ll only encourage him to keep going.

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” He slides his hands down my arms, lathering soap there before moving to my back, where he works out the knots and leaves my skin radiating heat and tingling under his touch. His hand slides to my front, trailing a line of suds from my waist to my breasts. He caresses my chest, dipping down and flicking the nipple.

This time, I don’t hold back my moan. It fills the room as my head falls against his chest, his cock hardening against my back. He presses his lips against the side of my neck as his fingers tweak and massage my breasts until my breathing quickens.

Just as I catch my breath, his hand dips lower, brushing my stomach on its path toward the heat at my core. My heart slams against my rib cage when he rinses the soap off his hand and slips it between my thighs, caressing my folds with a single digit.

I suck in a breath. “Tristan…”

His lips curl into a grin against my skin, and he drags his finger along my slit at an agonizingly slow pace before pushing in to the first knuckle.

“I need you,” I moan when he hits a sensitive spot.

He inhales, easing his finger out of me. “You have me, Rory. All of me.”

My chest swells with bright yellow elation. I turn to face him and see nothing but love and adoration in the depths of his blue eyes. When I open my mouth to speak, the words get lost on my tongue.

Tristan guides me back against the opposite wall of the shower. When he steps back, I frown, immediately reaching for him. He chuckles. “I’m grabbing a condom from the vanity.”