Page 51 of Delirium
I scooped her up from the floor, wrapping her around me, claiming those lips that tasted like salt, like me. I pulled her hand to my mouth, licking the proof of her own desire, of her own orgasm, the heady scent around us enough to make me dizzy.
“Look at you.” I chuckled. “You’re dirty again.”
“It’s your fault,” she answered with a yawn. “You made me dirty.”
She nestled into the crook of my neck, her arms firmly wrapped around my neck, holding on as I walked through the stream of water to the other side of the shower, turning it off.
“Then let’s get relaxed, yeah?”
“Mm-hm,” she mumbled, nodding against me.
We walked outside, her wrapped around me like a spider monkey, and toward the bathtub that was now completely filled, covered in bubbles.
“You’ll need to step down, Sunshine.”
“No,” she mumbled. “Comfortable.”
I smiled at her, my lips pressing against her wet hair. Seeing that I wouldn’t be able to lower her down, I stepped inside the bathtub with her, turning off the stream of water, and lowered us down.
This bathtub was made for people much smaller than me, and as the water splashed outside, covering the floor of the bathroom, she suddenly turned up, awakening from her mini slumber.
“Are you trying to flood the Clubhouse?”
“No,” I rumbled. “I’m trying to get you comfortable. Zoe told me lavender is supposed to be soothing or whatever the fuck.”
“Lavender?” she asked, looking at me. “Uh—”
“It’s in the water. No, don’t look at me like that.”
“You bought lavender for me?”
“Phee,” I murmured, pushing her hair away from her face. “I would do anything for you. I’m sorry I was such a shit showing it before. But I’ll do better. I promise.”
“Mm-hm,” she mumbled, settling down again.
Her knees fell on the sides of my hips, both of us barely fitting inside the bathtub, but it would have to work.
I played with the bubbles on the surface, pushing them over her skin, lathering her back with the water, afraid that she would get cold. Her body relaxed against mine, the stress of the day slowly dissipating from her body.
Her arms stayed wrapped around my neck, her slow breaths tickling the skin on my shoulder. This was my happy place.
Being here, with her, far away from all the bullshit living outside of these walls.
I would show her how good everything could be for her.
That was a promise.
12
OPHELIA
My muscles achedas my eyes opened to the darkness of the room, but the ache wasn’t the kind I was used to after a fight or a long, rough day. No, this kind of ache came from the slumber I was in. Slowly, like a kaleidoscope of memories, the pictures of Storm on his knees, rubbing at my skin, my muscles, came to me, reminding me why I felt so well.
I was rested for the first time in forever, and as I slowly looked around, I realized I wasn’t in my room.
This was Storm’s room, or well, at least the room I saw a couple of times from the doorway.
I looked down, seeing a long white T-shirt I was wrapped in. By the scent, I knew it was his. I wanted to roll in his sheets, to inhale the spicy scent only he had, but the growling of my stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten anything since we left Reno, and I had no idea what time it was.
