Chapter 5 Haven
FIVE
Haven
The shower was hotter than I ran mine at home. Wyatt got in behind me and reached past my shoulder to adjust the temperature without asking, which was very him, and I didn't say anything about it because the alternative was admitting that I liked it.
He washed up first. Efficient, no ceremony, soap and water like this was just part of the routine. I watched him from the corner of my eye and tried to look like I wasn't watching.
"Your turn," he said.
He washed my hair. I don't know what I expected but it wasn't that—his hands working shampoo through from root to end, slow and thorough, and I stood there with my eyes closed and tried to remember how to be a normal person.
He was a doctor—or…a vet, a combat medic at some point, even if he didn’t talk about that much. Of course he was like this.
His fingers worked from my temples back, slow circles, and I felt it all the way down my spine.
I'd had my hair washed at salons before but this was nothing like that.
This was a man who used his hands for a living, who knew exactly how much pressure to use, and I had to concentrate very hard on not making a sound.
"Tip back," he said.
I tipped back and he rinsed it, one hand cupped at my hairline to keep the water out of my face, and I stared up at the ceiling and thought: I am never going to recover from this man.
Then he reached for the soap.
Which meant he was going to touch me…to touch the rest of me.
He started at my shoulders—stroked a long line down to my elbows, then back up. When he reached forward, I held my breath as he moved the soap over my breasts…as he cupped them, as I felt his hard cock against my lower back.
“I’m clean,” he said matter-of-factly into my ear. “Got tested a few years ago after my last one-night-stand. Wanted you to know.”
“I trust you,” I said.
“You should always ask,” he said. “When you’re with other men.”
There weren’t going to be any other men, I wanted to tell him.
I kept my mouth shut.
“You?” he asked.
“Me too,” I said, even though I’d never been tested in my life because there’d never been a reason. “I mean—I’ve never…I haven’t done enough to—”
His hands paused on my hips. God, I wanted—needed—him to keep touching me.
“How far have you gone?” he asked quietly.
I didn’t want to look at him. “Um…hands, mouth stuff—just with my high school boyfriend. But not—”
“Not sex.”
“No.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then his right hand slid over my abdomen…lower, between my thighs. My lips parted and I groaned as he started to stroke my clit. When I leaned back against his chest, his cock pressed against my back.
“Thought you felt tight,” he growled in my ear, stroking me slow and steady. “I’m big, Haven. You’re gonna need to tell me if anything hurts.”
"I know," I breathed. "I can take it."
"We'll see." His fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, and I grabbed his forearm and held on. "Relax."
"I am relaxed."
"You're not." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Relax."
I exhaled and tried to let my weight fall back against him and he made a low sound of approval and stroked me a little harder and my knees went soft.
"There," he said.
"Wyatt—"
“Gonna make you come a few times before I’m inside you,” he said, his lips against my throat, and I melted a little. “It’ll make it easier…make it feel so good, baby.”
"Okay," I managed.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. God. Yes."
He worked me slow and I stopped trying to hold myself together. The water streamed over us, both my hands on his forearm, my head on his shoulder. He stroked faster, fingers moving in a steady rhythm, and I felt it coming up on me—
“I’m coming,” I gasped. “Oh god–”
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “That’s right. Come on my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you lose it.”
It hit me hard and fast and I grabbed his arm and cried out and he held me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping, wringing every last bit of it out of me until I was shaking and limp against his chest. My hips thrust lazily in the aftermath, impulsive, as he reached out to turn off the water.
I turned just enough to blink up at him with bleary eyes. “Are we…are we done?”
He actually smiled at that, shaking his head. His fingers stroked over me again and I shuddered. “Oh no, baby…we’re just gettin’ started.”
He reached past me for the towel on the rack and wrapped it around my shoulders himself, tucking it in at my chest like I might not know how towels worked.
I didn't say anything about it. All I could do was stand there like an idiot and stare at his cock as he toweled himself off, my eyes roaming over the shrapnel scars and the single tattoo.
When he finished, he hung the towel up on a hook, then took my hand.
I followed him down the hall.
I was still taking stock of this place, the space he'd lived in the whole time I'd known him. It was sparsely decorated, but lived in…but it also didn't feel like a home. Wyatt kept to himself enough is figured he would make the place he spent most of his time nice. But this was…
“On the bed, baby,” he said, bringing all my attention back to him. My eyes shot toward him, wide. “On your back.”
I didn't argue; in fact, a better description would be to say that I threw myself into the bed, still wrapped up in the towel like an idiot.
I didn't realize how silly I looked until I was on my back, looking up at the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, who was staring down at me like a gift to unwrap.
He crawled over me…my whole body lighting up even at the slight shift on the mattress.
Then he put his hand on the towel and pulled the knot free.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of me—a body I'd always thought was too ordinary to be breathtaking—then his eyes flicked to mine.
“I'm gonna tell you what I wanna do,” he said, “and when you say yes, I'm not gonna stop making you come until the sun comes up.”
Oh my god oh my god oh my—
I nodded.
“First…” he dragged his fingers down my sternum, voice rough, “I'm gonna suck on these beautiful breasts. Play with them until your nipples ache and your pussy throbs. I'm gonna hang onto these hips after and explore each and every curve. You got that?”
I nodded again.
“Then I'm gonna lick your pussy, Haven. Suck on your clit. Because I want you open for me, and orgasms are gonna help you get there. And while I'm down there, I'm gonna work my fingers into you…one, then two, then three. Maybe four, if you can take it, because I want you ready for me.”
“Wow,” I whispered.
He paused. “You okay?”
“Beyond okay,” I nodded.
His lips tilted in a half-smile. He crawled a little further, lowered himself down…his breath ghosted over one nipple and it went taut, so tight it ached.
“Don't know if I'm gonna fuck you tonight,” he said. “But if I do…you on the pill?”
That was a hard question to answer.
It shouldn't have been. I should have immediately said no, because I'd been too busy with school and work and I'd fallen off on taking it six months ago. It wasn't honest for me to keep that from him.
But again, like an idiot, I nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he said.
Then he lowered his head to my breast and sucked one nipple between his teeth, and I arched off the bed.