She appreciated the lack of small talk. She wasn’t okay. He probably wasn’t okay either, and that was fine. They’d get back there, but for today, things were about as fucked as they could get.
The small bathroom filled with steam. They were back here again about to head into Scott’s shower. So much had changed in the weeks since she’d dropped to her knees and taken care of him in the most intimate way.
She stood there, arms dangling limply at her sides while he undressed her with a fierce scowl. If it weren’t for his gentle, near-caressing touch, his expression would’ve intimidated the hell out of her.
As soon as her filthy clothes were in a heap on the floor, he ushered her under the spray. The water coasted down her skin, drawing a satisfied groan.
Warmth.
It felt beyond incredible.
Ten seconds later, he stepped in with her. He didn’t waste any time grabbing a loofa and squirting a massive amount of his intoxicating body wash on it.
Olivia stood there exhausted, wilted, and in a daze but warm. She felt a little foolish not helping as she let him wash the blood off her arms and the essence of that plane from everywhere else. It felt so good, but lifting her arms to assist seemed an impossible task.
She groaned as his large hands smoothed her skin and washed away the day.
The fierce scowl never left his face, but he didn’t complain or seem to mind washing her. In fact, he lingered in his favorite areas and dropped kisses on the top of her head every so often, making her swoon. As soon as she was clean, he moved on to himself. Olivia watched his every move. The way his soapy hands roamed over his pecs. How he scrubbed hard to remove the blood from his forearms. The lingering way he cleaned his hard cock.
Seeing him touch himself had her body clenching. The need to be filled by him hit her hard and without mercy. It became vital—the only way she could think to begin to heal the day’s wounds.
“Scott,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was no way he missed the needy whine in her voice.
His eyes darkened with lust, and he tossed the loofa to the shower floor. “Need you,” he growled, grabbing her ass and hoisting her up.
“Yes!” Their mouths met in a deep, drugging kiss she never wanted to end.
Somehow, Scott managed to turn off the water and walk them out of the shower. They didn’t bother with towels. He walked straight to the bed and sat on the edge. When she settled on his lap, she crossed her ankles at his back and rocked her drenched sex over his hard cock.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck me, Scott. I need you so badly.” The fullness, the stretch, the way he filled her brain with thoughts of nothing but him and pleasure.
He pulled his head back. “Are you sure? He—”
She shook her head. “He didn’t.” Lance didn’t belong in their bed, but reassuring Scott that she hadn’t been raped was worth bringing him up.
His eyes narrowed as though assessing the truth of her statement.
“I promise. If you hadn’t gotten there when you did…” She shrugged. “But you did.”
He had to know she was downplaying the horror of what had happened. They could discuss it until their tongues dried up later. Now all she wanted was to feel as close to him as possible.
“You’re sure.”
“Sure, I need you. Sure, I want you. Now. Please.”
He nodded once then kissed her again. She maneuvered herself until she was hovering over his cock, then sank in one swift, hard motion.
They gasped into each other’s mouths as tears sprang to her eyes. This was right. This was where she belonged. “I’m sorry,” she said with a garbled sob. “I was so stupid. I shouldn’t have left.” Shaking her head, she fought to keep from bawling. “I’m sorry.”
He cupped her face and kissed her damp lips. “Shh, baby. I get why you did it. I get it.”
Her eyes closed, and he kissed her cheek, then eyelid, then the other cheek. The soft kisses went on, mending her battered soul with each gentle press of his lips. She loved that this man, this rugged, lethal, often hard man had a side only she saw. She treasured that he showed her all the parts of him.
Good, bad, ugly, and loving.
He moved his lips to her ear as one of his hands slid down her back. “But if you ever, ever scare me like that again, you won’t be able to sit for a month.” He punctuated the playful threat with a firm squeeze of her ass cheek.
A blast of heat shot through her, making her pussy clench. They both groaned as she rippled around his cock.
“Ride, me, baby,” he said right before retaking her mouth.