Page 28 of Fighting for the Forbidden
Lifting up on her tiptoes, she goes to push the fabric over my head. Her breasts brush against my chest, and I can’t help my good arm reaching out and wrapping around her waist.
Her movements pause as she sucks in a breath, and when the fabric clears my eyes, I find her staring up at me, desire flooding her features.
I know that if I were to drop my head now, I could take her lips, but some fucked up part of me is enjoying this game we’re playing where she pretends she’s not interested. I want to keep it going a little longer; that way, when I do break through the façade she’s trying to maintain, it’ll be explosive.
“All done.” Her voice is a breathy whisper. Her obvious need has my cock almost at full mast.
When she steps back, she takes in the bruising covering my side. Her fingers reach out and she gently touches the purple and green skin. I suck in a breath at her contact.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.” It’s a small white lie, because it always fucking hurts. My reaction was to the electric shock that shot through my body the moment she touched me. My hand wraps around her wrist to hold her in place, but she quickly tugs it away.
Tucking my thumb into the waistband of my boxers instead, I start pushing them down. I’ve got no qualms about getting naked in front of her; sadly, she seems to have other ideas.
Turning on her heel, she heads towards the door.
“Ow, fuck,” I complain, slightly exaggerating, as I go to sit in the bath.
“Are you okay?” She’s back in a flash, holding my good arm and helping to lower me into the water. I just about manage to keep the smile off my face. She’s so easily played.
“Aw, that’s good,” I moan as the hot water surrounds my aching body. Lauren’s cheeks burn red and she looks anywhere but directly at me.
“Are you okay…with the rest?” she asks, awkwardly standing above me.
“It would be easier if you stayed.”
Her eyes find mine, and I’m convinced that she’s going to tell me where to go and walk out, but to my surprise, she grabs her pink shower puff and a bottle of shower gel and settles herself on her knees beside me.
I watch as she dunks the puff in the water and then squeezes on a generous amount of soap before she gently starts washing across the top of my chest and shoulders.
My head falls back and my eyes close as I revel in the sensation of her taking care of me. She moves lower and very gently brushes my ribs.
“Is that okay?”
“So good,” I moan.
Her movements still for a second. “What really happened up on that scaffolding?”
“We were just hashing out some issues.”
“Issues?”
“Yeah. He seems to think he’s got something that belongs to me.” Cracking my eyes open, I glance over at her.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she grumbles. “Not him, not you. I’m a person, not athing.”
I allow her to vent, because at the end of the day, we both know she’s mine. I know for a fact that she’s got me in the palm of her hands, and I’ll willingly admit that to anyone.
“So there really were no punches thrown?” she asks again, like she didn’t believe me the first time.
“No, although it was getting close and I’d have liked nothing better than to knock the smug fucking look off his face as he taunted me.”
“Don’t,” she snaps.
“What? He can’t mean all that much to you; I’ve been inside you twice since I’ve been back.” I know my words are crass, but talking about that fucker riles me up.
“I’m done here,” Lauren says, throwing the puff down on my chest, standing and going to storm out.
