Chapter 58
I cannot get this woman to the bedroom fast enough. I push through the front door and kick my shoes off, all the while my lips are on hers, wanting her, just needing to feel her, this woman I’ve loved for so long, who just told me she loves me back.
“I need a shower. I’m covered in hospital.” Violette giggles into my lips.
That I can fucking do.
A low growl leaves my chest as I push open her bedroom door and make my way through to her bathroom beyond. I set Violette down and pull my T-shirt off. Violette backs up and pulls the clip from her hair, holding a finger out to stop me when I advance on her.
“I don’t know,” she says as she pushes open the shower glass. “Can you be good while I clean myself?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Yep.” Nope.
“I don’t believe you.” You shouldn’t.
Violette looks like a walking wet fucking dream pulling the drawstrings on her black scrub pants loose and sliding them over her full hips. She turns, just to torture me more, and turns the shower on, feeling for the water to warm up. Her long wavy hair hangs down her back as she reaches inside and that perfect pert ass is on display in her lacy panties. They’re the kind I love that only cover half of her cheeks and they make me want to bend her over the nearest…anything.
Violette slinks out of her panties and climbs into the shower while I pull my sweats off outside. I instinctively grip my cock through my boxers as she lets the water run in ripples over her beautiful body and her pretty pink nipples harden when the water hits them. I just stand back and take in the sight that I dreamed about every second I was in those woods away from her.
“I just need a minute and I’ll be all clean,” she says with a grin, and it’s in this moment I know she’s fucking with me. I slide my boxers down and grab my cock.
Moving toward the shower, I’m not wasting one more second not touching her. I can play her game. We can clean her up first, but I’ll be doing the cleaning.
I spend some time washing her hair, the thick soapy strands cling to the curves of her back. It’s fucking mouth-watering.
“Pay attention, Kingsley. This hair can’t go without conditioner,” she tells me, pointing to her tresses.
I let out a laugh but do what she tells me, squeezing the excess water from her temporarily straight strands before smoothing them with a good amount of conditioner, all the while planting as many kisses on her as she’ll let me.
“What was it like out there?” she asks as I smooth her hair.
“Terrifying,” I answer honestly. “Exhilarating,” I add as I pull my fingers through her hair before angling the shower head to rinse everything out.
“I think what you do is incredible,” she says, leaning her freshly conditioned head back on my chest and looking up at me. “Admirable, and I never appreciated it like I should’ve. Even when my dad did it, I let fear take over and never took a moment to realize how truly amazing it is that you go out there and risk your life to save nature, homes, people. I just wanted to tell you that.”
I set my jaw as I stare at her, looking so fucking beautiful. I kiss her lips. My lips.
“Thank you,” I say simply, because there’s really nothing more to do than show her I appreciate her saying it.
“I’m learning that in therapy. To put a positive spin on it,” she says, and I bend down and nip at her neck, her shoulder. Knowing she’s talking to someone makes me happy. When she’s well, I’m well.
“Talking to someone is the first step to really healing, I’m so proud of you, Vi.”
She smiles as my thumb traces her perfect bottom lip.
“I can still smell the diesel on you.” She grins. “I don’t hate it.”
“Yeah…it’ll go away in like…October,” I taunt, bending down to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her waist in the process.
She laughs and it echoes through the bathroom. The urge to consume her washes over me as her ass presses against my already rock hard cock and the mood instantly shifts.
I angle her face up to kiss me. Violette moans into my mouth and I lose it. It’s been too many days, too much emotion and I’m done playing her waiting game.