“It is beautiful,” Lilah said and turned to me, smiling. “Where are you staying?”
I walked farther into the room, shedding my cut and throwing it on the red chair in the corner. “In here.”
“What?” Lilah gasped.
I swung around. “Only other room in the cabin, sweet cheeks.”
“It is immoral.”
“Well, I ain’t sleeping on the fuckin’ wooden floor, so it’s gonna happen.” Lilah’s mouth opened and closed, and I lifted my shirt over my head, adding it to the chair. Lilah’s eyes focused on my chest and torso as I went into the bathroom to clean up.
When I came out, Lilah was sitting on the edge of the bed, chewing on her lip. I dropped down to kneel in front of her, and her eyes widened as I took her hand.
“Lilah, I’ll take one side of the bed. You take the other. I won’t touch you if you don’t want to. Okay?”
She paused for a moment, then reluctantly nodded her head.
I put my hand on her cheek and said, “I can’t get what those sluts did outta my head. The image of you on that bed, their finger’s on your pussy. It’s fuckin’ making me as possessive as all hell for you, and to be honest, I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Ky…” Lilah said in a hushed tone and stroked my hair. “You saved me again. You always seem to save me.” She took a deep breath and said, “If we have to share a bed, then that is what will have to happen.”
I couldn’t help the smirk that spread on my face. “You that excited by the thought of sleeping next to me, sweet cheeks? Most bitches would be jumping at the chance to get a piece of this cut body!”
A shy smile spread on her lips and she confessed, “It is not the most terrible thing, I suppose… if you keep your distance. It will make me feel safe knowing you are near.”
Laughing, I stood. “Go get ready for bed, Lilah.”
While she was in the bathroom, I debated whether to take off my leathers. Thought better of it with my cock hard as granite. She was already nervous about sleeping next to me and my ten-inch boner weren’t gonna make that shit better.
Lying on the bed, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, I heard the door of the bathroom open. I glanced over to Lilah, who was hovering by the door.
Fuck.
Me.
Her hair was down, like down to her ass. And she’d shed her fuckin’ ugly gray dress and was wearing some old-fashioned white nightgown with sleeves, but she may as well have been wearing a leather thong, stiletto heels and nipple tassels, she looked that good.
And it weren’t doing shit to deflate my boner.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she dipped back inside the bathroom, then came out holding a small bowl in her hands. She started walking to my side of the bed. I couldn’t breathe in surprise at how fucking stunning she looked.
Lilah put the basin on the floor and sat on her knees. I swung my legs off the bed, all confused at what the hell she was doing.
“Lilah?”
Her head lifted and she asked, “May I wash your feet?”
I frowned. “You wanna wash my feet?”
Her blue eyes grew wider as she nodded. “Yes.”
Not getting why, but seeing she really wanted to, I said, “Have at it, sweet cheeks.”
Lilah bowed her head like I’d just given her the world, lifted my left foot, and placed it in the warm water. Lilah’s long, platinum-blond hair touched the floor; it was that long. It was thick, and I was just dying to wrap my hands in it.
Dipping her hands in the water, Lilah began scooping the water over my feet, massaging the skin, which felt incredible. A low hum came from her mouth as she did it, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I realized after a couple of minutes that she was humming the melody of a song.
She was happy.
That familiar ache from earlier engulfed my chest and I remembered Sia’s words. I can’t believe the high and mighty Kyler Willis, at age twenty-seven, has fallen in love.
Lilah lifted my right foot into the bowl and set to wash that too. Fucking shivers ran up my body. I loved sex, loved fucking pussies. I loved licking them, pounding them, fucking fingering them until my arm was drenched with juice, but Lilah humming on the floor, covered head to toe and washing my feet, had to go down as the hottest moment of my life.
Fucking was easy. It was this intimacy between two people that destroyed your heart so you couldn’t see anything else but the bitch before you, giving you something you never knew you even needed.
Taking my feet from the bowl, Lilah placed them on the towel she’d brought out of the bathroom, then did something I really didn’t fucking understand.
Taking the ends of her hair, she began drying my feet. I watched with rapt attention and a shitload of confusion as she mopped up the water from my feet. Then I was really confused after my feet were dry when Lilah bent her head as though praying and began kissing my feet.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t seem to breathe.
What the fuck was happening to me?
Raking my hands through Lilah’s hair, I groaned. It was as soft as I always knew it would be.
Lilah’s head lifted, and I took in every part of her bruised face. Fuck, this bitch could be cut up, shaved head, and she’d still be the best woman I’d ever seen. All that good just coming off her in waves.
Refusing to take my hands from her hair, I asked, “Baby, why you all up in my feet?”
Blushing, Lilah reached behind her and pulled out a mason jar with some oil in it. She opened the top, and I was hit with her vanilla scent. It was what she must always put on her skin. Dipping her fingers in the oil, she started rubbing it into my feet.