Page 67 of Objection
I stood, lifting her only somewhat awkwardly into my arms and leaving her room. I tucked her phone into my back pocket, along with my own. I carried her, without a care, into my own bedroom. A room no other person had ever stepped foot in. This was my own personal haven, a place where no woman could touch.
Why was I bringing Posey here? I didn’t let myself think about it.
Instead, I held her close to me as I strode into the bathroom. I considered running a bath, but decided against it. I sat her on the countertop and started the shower. The stall was large, overly so, with multiple spray jets and shower heads. It was one of my favorite places in this house. There was nothing better after a hard workout than a scalding hot shower to soothe my aching muscles.
I didn’t think about my actions.
Instead, I just moved. I let the water warm and walked back to Posey. I kissed her forehead and began to undress her.
Every kiss I placed against her skin conveyed silently that she was strong, that she was brave. I only hoped she could hear my unspoken words.
She let me undress her slowly. My hands touched her softly. Each article of clothing came away with care, until she sat naked before me. I slipped off my own clothing quickly, letting them fall to the floor and kicking them to the side and out of my way. I pulled her back into my arms, letting myself soak in how it felt as she clung to me. I walked us into the oversized shower and just held her there, under the hot spray.
I kissed her forehead, her red hair turning a deep auburn brown under the water. I followed the rivulets and droplets of water as they cascaded down her body.
We stood there, just clinging to one another under the hot spray for longer than I knew. I set her down after a long while, my touch never stopping as I reached for the shampoo.
I washed her, gently, reverently. The water sluiced away the suds, and hopefully helped to soothe the ache and fear I knew she was wracked with. I kissed her forehead. Her cheekbones. Her neck.
Her hands wrapped around my own neck, pulling me closer and our mouths met.
I didn’t let myself think about it. I just reacted. I held her close, losing myself in her kiss and throwing all caution to the wind. I would think about it another day. Just not now. Not in this moment where she needed me and I… well, I needed her just as much. I have no idea why. I didn’t want to know why.
I bathed her slowly, my lips following rivulets of waters as they washed the suds away and left her skin clean and pinkened by the steaming water. My kisses followed as many paths of water as I could manage.
We bathed, trading only sighs and light touches in the thick steam. The water turned off and I dried her pink-tinged skin with all the care in the world. My kisses never ceased. Her lips. Her shoulder. The freckle on the underside of her breast. The divot of her hip bones. I paid homage to her body as she clung to me.
I lifted her into my arms again, not willing to break our contact. Needing her touch and her nearness. Needing to protect her.
“You’re safe here, Posey,” I reminded, whispering gently against the curling baby hairs of her temple. I laid her down in my bed, a place no other woman had ever been. And I didn’t think about it. I couldn’t think about it. Not now. Not today.
Her fair skin and red curling hair stark against the deep grays of my bedding contrasted and somehow complimented each other.
I curled into the bed, pulling her close and turning off the part of my brain that wanted to take over and remind me of all the reasons why this was a bad idea.
There was nothing bad here. There was only me and Posey. Only soft curves and hard muscle. Only soft breathy sighs and needy groans. Anything else could wait for another day.
“Keep me safe,” she begged softly against my lips.
“Always,” I promised, pulling her leg over my hip and rolling on top of her. I didn’t allow myself to think of the consequences of that word. Of any of the words we whispered in the dark safety of night.
Her curves filled my hands.
Her sighs filled my mouth.
Her body moved against me without any planning, without any rules. Just her. Just me.
“You’re safe,” I reminded again, my teeth scraping softly against the curve of her shoulder as I held her close, my cock sliding inside of her. Her legs wrapped around me, high on my hips as I drove home.
Home.
I didn’t think about the consequences.
I didn’t think about the implications as we came together, wrapped up together so tightly it was unsure where I stopped and where she began.
I just thought about Posey as our eyes both fluttered closed in sleep.
I thought about Posey, and I thought of home.
