Page 74 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Brooks put his hands on her shoulders, “I think she is all right. Truly.”
She shook her head and started pacing their room, “But the blood. Who was hurt? Someone had to be.”
Brooks ran a hand over his hair, “It could have been Cabe.”
She whirled to face him, “Cabe? He is back?”
Brooks nodded again, and then her face fell. “What if it was his blood? What if,”
Brooks shook his head, “We cannot think like that. Not until we know. All right? As soon as it is light, I will go and find out.”
He pulled her against him, and all her strength left her. He picked her up and cradled her to his chest.
She was still in the same clothes that she had been in when they found out about Rose’s disappearance as was he.
He put her on the bed and pulled out the tub he used.
He needed to wash the last few days off his skin, and it seemed as if she did as well.
He heated the water and filled the tub as quickly as he could, and then he stripped himself down and did the same to her.
She hadn’t said another word and let him pull her clothes free and then he picked her up in his strong arms, and sat in the water with her cradled there.
He was grateful he had a large tub and that they both fit and as soon as the water covered them, she let out a sigh.
He just held her as the water soothed their bodies and washed away their worries.
He gently wet her hair, and then reached for the soap that he had placed next to the tub.
He washed the long length of her hair and massaged her scalp, making her let out a moan and making his cock jump and swell to life.
He held back a groan and finished rubbing the soap into her hair.
Then he rinsed it out carefully, not wanting to get any soap in her eyes.
He sat her up and then washed her from her neck down, rubbing the soap into her skin and making his cock harder, when he rubbed it down the generous swell of her breasts.
When the tips hardened under his palm, he gently squeezed the fullness and she arched her back ever so slightly.
When he looked into her eyes, they had turned hot and he had to fight back the bolt of arousal that made him want to throw her to the floor and claim her.
“I love when you touch me. My body comes alive with the barest hint of your fingers on my skin.” She whispered and Brooks felt his cock start weeping at the tip.
He leaned forward and rinsed the suds away from her perfect breasts, and she turned in his arms and straddled his lap, making him hold back the moan in his throat and raised one perfect breast to his lips, sucking the tip inside his mouth and making her moan.
He played with the other as his mouth shaped and pulled on her nipple, suckling it hard.
She put her wet hands in his hair and when he played with the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, she pulled it harder.
Then she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him, writhing in his lap.
His cock was sticking straight up and she lowered herself down on him, inch by inch until he was fully encased in her.
He kissed her harder as she started to move up and down, making the water splash around them.
He held her hips to help her movements and he loved the feel of being inside her haven.
She kissed him, licking at him and held his head to her, his hair gripped in her fists as she moved her lithe body up and down.
