Page 18 of Blood and Redemption

Steam curls under the bathroom door like an invitation.

I press my palm to the fogged wood. The shower’s hiss is continuous, giving no hint that it will end anytime soon.

On the inside, I know what I want to do. However, just because I want it doesn’t make it very easy to have the courage to go through with satisfying my needs.

After telling myself that I’m only going to have one chance with this, to do anything without having an audience, I push open the door.

The glass belonging to the shower is foggy, giving away only the outline of Rocco’s body. He’s got his arms lifted above his head as he washes his hair.

“Care for company?” My voice wobbles as the steam fills my lungs with my next slow inhale.

Even though he’s using the same product that we all do, something about it smells different. He’s always made everything that way.

Rocco pauses his movement before flattening his palm against the glass. Swiping his hand across, he clears the film and reveals the same dark gaze that haunts my dreams.

“Angel, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here.” He rumbles with a chuckle, and I see the smile on his lips.

He’s stating the obvious, playing it safe.

“Ren left.” Stepping away from the door, I don’t let the lack of strength in my legs hold me back. Instead, I sink my thumbs into the band of my shorts and shove them down my hips. With my shorts, my underwear goes down with them.

His smile dips away, but his stare remains. Humming my nickname again, there’s a little warning behind it.

Once I cross this line laid between us, there’s no going back.

Little does he know, the moment he entered this house, we became entangled in the other. There is no going back.

My skin prickles as I pull off my shirt next, leaving my skin bare and exposed. Once the fabric hits my feet, I’m left to be devoured by his gaze.

My nipples harden, and the heat in my stomach drips lower as he takes in every inch.

“Can I join you?” I ask once more, my voice growing softer.

I don’t expect him to reject me despite how much attention he’s been giving his phone lately, but the chance is still there. The doubt is always hiding in the corners of my mind.

Instead of giving me an answer straight away, he’s shoving the door open, not minding the droplets of water escaping through the gap.

Then I see him too,allof him.

The steam curls around him, clinging to his olive skin, glistening under the water. He’s muscled, broad-shouldered, his body wet and slick with a few stubborn suds trailing down his chest.

The heat of the shower flushes his skin, and his gaze—dark, hungry—locks onto me as he steps back, making space without a single word.

Water trails down the hard planes of his stomach, over the defined V leading lower, and my breath catches. He’s fully hard, the proof of his desire unmistakable. A slow smirk plays on his lips, daring, inviting.

“Well?” His voice is rough, thick with want. “Are you coming or am I going to have to make you?”

Breath hitching, I nod and step toward the shower. Once I’m inside, he’s pushing the door shut and giving me room to stand beneath the heat of the stream.

Rocco isn’t shy when it comes to enjoying the view. In fact, he makes this low growling sound that goes straight toward my pussy.

“Aurora, you’re making it harder and harder to believe you’re innocent.” His eyes follow my hands as I move to wash my hair. “You’re fully aware of what you’re doing, aren’t you?”

I never said I was innocent. Nor am I ignorant. I’ve spent plenty of my life wanting things, down to the point of doing my own research while using my imagination to its fullest.

“I may have an idea,” I murmur as I move to wash the suds away. Once my hair is clean, I move to wash my body.

Rocco is happy to intervene.

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