“What?” His question shakes me from my thoughts, and I decide not to dwell on any of that tonight. For once, my demons have no space in my head.
“Nothing,” I say quietly and lean my head against his strong shoulder while he carries me down the hall toward the bathroom.
He glances at me and gives a slight head shake. I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I’m too sexually satisfied to try and figure it out.
He enters the bathroom and sits me on the counter, for which I’m grateful as my legs are still shaking and feel incredibly weak, so I doubt I could stand right now.
He gives me a quick peck on the lips before he moves away from me to turn on the faucets to fill the bathtub. I watch him turn up the heat, which is when I remember with the power out all that’s left for warm water is in the tank already heated.
I watch him as he walks back to me and picks me up. Without waiting for the tub to be filled, he places me into it and without hesitation gets in behind me. Pulling me against his chest. The water is thankfully still warm, and I feel my muscles start to relax even more.
I lean my head against his jaw, fighting my eyes from falling closed. I sigh, reveling in the feeling of his strong chest behind me.
He chuckles, his body shaking slightly. “You’re too cute.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I grumble, too exhausted after our two bouts of incredible sex to try and figure out his words.
“I’ll tell you later,” he says and moves to turn off the faucets.
I groan in delight when his strong fingers rub my neck, slowly working out the knots as much as possible, relaxing me even further.
Sitting in the bathtub, letting Kade take care of me in such a simple way, the realization hits me once more that no one has taken care of me like this without expecting anything in return.
“Relax, Princess. Let me take care of you for once.”
The fact that he seems to know what I’m thinking should freak me out, but I don’t have the energy to do anything but what I’m told. I don’t say anything as he cleans my body, I just enjoy his hands on me while I hold onto him. After he wets my hair, he grabs my shampoo and starts massaging my scalp while watching my hair. I moan at the sensation and try to lean forward to give him more access, savoring in the sensation floating through me. He doesn’t bother with conditioner, but I don’t complain, even though the knows tomorrow will be a pain. Instead he washes out the suds with the last of the water from the detachable showerhead.
Once he’s done, he steps out of the tub and wraps a towel around his waist, depriving me of my new favorite view. He helps me out of the tub and wraps me into another one of the fluffy towels hanging off the rack on the wall before he gently towel-dries my hair.
I close my eyes and lean into his touch, enjoying how he’s taking care of me.
For once, I don’t let my mind interfere with what my body is craving. For once, I tell my head to take a hike and live in the moment.
For today, I decide to stay present in this bathroom, in my childhood home, the snowstorm raging outside, and no power while being with the only man who’s ever managed to infuriate and turn me on in the same breath. The one man who’s made me feel pleasure like never before.
With my hair towel-dried, I let Kade lead me back to the bedroom.
Night has fallen outside. Something I hadn’t noticed, too wrapped up in everything that is Kade.
He stops me next to the messy bed, lets my towel drop to the floor, and reaches underneath my pillow to drag out the T-shirt I sleep in. He waits for me to lift my arms and helps me put it on. A gesture that touches me more than anything else he’s done so far. I don’t know why helping me get dressed for the night is the one thing that has tears rushing to my eyes. It’s not like he can know I hate sleeping naked, too paranoid and self-conscious to do so. But for that insecure woman inside of me, the one who hides inside every woman no matter how strong and capable, this small gesture is something she didn’t even know she needed the most.
I keep my eyes trained at the floor as the shirt falls to the top of my thighs.
He grips my neck and forces me to look at him, breaking the tender moment with what I’ve come to recognize is his inherent dominance. It’s a good thing I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that his dominant tendencies in the bedroom are turning me on to the point where I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me, or I would be upset at his behavior. But I’ve come to realize that’s just him, giving orders whenever he feels they are needed.
“No panties allowed, though. I’ll probably wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on. You’ll have to be ready to take care of it when that happens.” His smile is filled with sin and dark promises, setting my nerves on fire and shooting sparks to my pussy. “Now get into bed.”
I can feel his eyes on me as
