Page 88 of The Bratva's Captive

Getting up, I frowned and wondered why Maxim hadn’t just come to bed to be with me. I headed out of the room and sought the warmth and steam wafting from the bathroom. The shower had been turned on recently, but it was the huge tub that he’d taken advantage of.

He lay there, head back on the rest with his eyes closed.

As I entered the room and took in the tempting sight of him under the water, his thick, muscled arms draped along the rim of the tub, he opened his eyes and met my gaze.

“Did I wake you?” he asked, his voice calm and tender.

I shook my head. “I tried waiting up for you.”

He sighed, taking a long, appreciative look over me in the lightweight nightgown I’d put on. We always slept naked—together—but in light of the urgency from that alarm, I figured it might be wise to have something on in case I had to leave his apartment again.

“You didn’t have to,” he replied.

“I wanted to.” Without waiting for an invite, I tugged at the straps of the nightie and let it fall and pool at my feet. I had his full attention. His hot stare didn’t leave me once as I approached the tub. This wasn’t the sexy dance and strip I had planned for him tonight, but I felt like I was giving him a sensual displaymerely walking toward him and then stepping into the hot water.

He didn’t protest, holding his arms out to welcome me under the surface with him. Every inch of contact between us made me more aroused and aware of him. The hard contours of his muscles gave me the anchoring presence I could lean on.

Once I rested back against him, my skin slipping slickly against his, I exhaled a long breath and snuggled in close. He lifted his arms to hold me against his chest, and as we situated ourselves in the water, he began to stroke his fingers up and down my arm. His other hand stayed flat on my hip, keeping me over him.

“I want to be by you,” I added in a soft whisper.

He nodded before kissing a trail of soft kisses along my jaw. “I know.”

Smiling at his cocky remark, I sighed against him.

“Because I feel the same.”

My heart skipped a beat at the slight promise of commitment in his words. He’d warned me that he didn’t commit, that he never would. But that sounded like something so much more than his insistence that he owned me.

“I feel sane when I know you’re here for me,” he added as he continued to stroke his fingers over my arm.

Taking his hand that he rested on my hip, I slid it under the water until it was pressed against my stomach. Beneath his touch, his baby was growing inside me with every day that passed.

Tell him.

Just tell him.

Don’t be scared.

The circumstances of our relationship still intimidated me, and I tried to build up the courage to just come out and tell him already. To have some inkling of hope that he wouldn’t just take my baby from me.

“And I feel tempted to trust you with all that I am, Sloane.”

He just had to go and say something like that. That he wanted totrustme. I wasn’t giving him much reason to when I was keeping the secret of our child from him.

“But right now…” He lowered his fingers until he stroked them over my entrance. “Right now, I just want to hold you and know that I can keep you waiting for me.”

Is that a promise?

My mind worked on overdrive, and I was alert and in a rush to interpret his words. Was he telling me that he wanted me to wait for him to let me in fully? That he’d want to commit to me somehow?

He gave me no chance to think any further, though. With his fingers pushing into my pussy, he coaxed me to drape my thighs open over his legs. Bracing himself lower against the sloping wall of the tub, he lined his dick up with me, and as he replaced his fingers with his cock, I slanted more to the side so I could crane my neck and reach his mouth.

Kissing him hard, I reveled in the exquisite stretch of him filling me completely. His shaft was seated in me, making me desperate to move. His finger was against my clit as he rubbed me there, further urging me to come for him.

And as we rocked and splashed water out of the tub, it felt like we weren’t in any rush at all to make each other come.

No—to makelove.

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