Page 68 of Ruined
Closing the door, I looked over at her. “Are you sure?”
Nodding once, her eyes hardened, and she dropped her towel.
I moved closer, letting my eyes roam over her skin. I had missed this body and the feeling of it in my hands. I brushed my fingers over her hips and around her back. Reacting to my touch, she stifled a breath, and I paused. Sensing my doubt, she moved her hands to mine and continued the movement. Her brown eyes slowly raised to mine and I swore I could tell exactly what she was thinking.
With a small smile, I guided her under the falling water. As the drops rained over her, she held my gaze before grabbing my hand and pulling me under too, fully clothed. At first, I thought it was because she was uncomfortable, but then her hands moved to the button on my jeans, and she pulled them down. Stepping out, I kicked them into the corner before pulling her close. Flattening my body against her back, I wrapped my arms around her. Careful to avoid any sensitive areas, I lowered my head to her neck and just held her. She accepted me and tightened her arms over mine.
When I noticed the water start to drop in temperature, I pulled away and grabbed the shampoo bottle. Pouring some in my hand, I watched as the foam slid between my fingers. Onceit was soapy enough, I gently worked it through the strands of her hair, massaging her scalp. Rinsing it out, I repeated the process with conditioner.
Next, I carefully washed her body. Her eyes closing as she made sounds of approval. When I reached her thighs, I handed her the loofah, but she pushed it back toward me, lifting one leg up against the wall. I breathed deeply at the sight of her exposed in front of me and channeled everything I had into controlling myself. I washed her thigh down to her calf, easing the sponge across her. I then moved to the other leg and she let out a low moan. The sound instantly made me hard and I looked directly at her, to make sure I didn't imagine it.
I caught her eyes for the slightest second before she pulled my shirt off, pushing me up against the shower wall. I kissed her deeply, letting my hands finally feel her. The rush was exhilarating and I hadn't realized how tense I had been. I kissed her more, before moving my lips to her neck and chest. The sound she made amplified, and soon, it echoed around us.
Turning her, I pushed her chest up against the glass wall and moved her hands up above her head. “Tell me what you want.” I pushed into her backside, as she tried to slide her hands down, but I gripped her wrists.
Throwing her head back, she pushed into me with her ass. “You, Silas. I wantyou.”
I placed her hands against the glass, telling her to stay while I bent to take off my boxers. After only a second, I was back behind her with my hands against hers. This time though, I placedmy hands over hers and intertwined our fingers. “Ready?”
She nodded as I pushed inside and it felt like I’d died. The moment she took my full length, I literally had to fight myself from cumming. I thrusted inside her, watching the leftover suds on her skin, the way her chest moved against the glass.Thiswas where I belonged.Thiswas where I would always belong. I brought my mouth down to her ear and whispered to her as I pushed in harder. “I love you so fucking much.”
The moan that resulted was more of a cry, and she began to fight me to turn around. Allowing her the movement, I brought her legs up around me, and kissed her hard as her hands roamed over me. It was only when she tried to pull away again that I let her tear her mouth from mine.
“I love you too, Silas.”
Those words engrained themselves in my soul, in my verybeingas I kissed her again. I took my time with her, pausing to check in. We finished together as I held her under the water that was now cold. She stood with her eyes closed, but not in an uncomfortable way. Her body had relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen before.She had needed this.The sound of the nozzle turning off caught her attention. She made a small defeated sound in my direction.
I chuckled quietly as I stepped out, grabbing a towel. Wrapping it around her, I motioned for her to go into the bedroom. “Better?”
She didn’t respond but looked up with a content smile as she leaned into me. “Your clothes are still bagged in the room, doyou want to go through them?”
She looked over the piles that had remained untouched and then to the dirty basket full of the clothes she’d been wearing. Nodding, she went to the drawer and pulled out some of my boxers and a shirt. I did the same, and we dressed before settling onto the bed,another first.
Soon,we were surrounded by different piles of shirts, blankets, and jackets. There was a clear indication that she wanted to get rid of most of it, but the more time that passed, the more she became uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, as she held up a dress, staring at it.
“I guess I just realized I don’t even have anywhere to put this stuff now, you know?”
Wanting to stop whatever thoughts were in her head, I walked over to the closet and grabbed a handful of coat hangers from the rack. Tossing them onto the bed, I took the dress from her and threaded the hanger through it. “What do you mean? There’s lots of room in the closet and my dresser,” I explained, laying the dress down and grabbing a shirt. “Well,ourdresser.”
I lifted my eyes to her to find her smiling.Smiling.
The jolt that hit my heart was instant. “Because you’ll be moving in with me.”
The grin on her face only grew as she followed my lead with the clothes, reaching between us for more. Together, we hung the rest of the random piles and then sorted through the ones she wanted to donate. As I threw the bags away, she picked up one of the last pieces on the bed.
My jacket.
The one I’d originally left in her room.
I watched her from the corner of my eye as I gathered more hangers. She looked down at the black fabric for a few seconds before pulling it on and rolling up the oversized sleeves. Shifting the items in my arms as they started to fall, I walked the contents over to the closet.The one that now belonged to both of us.
Sliding my dark items to the back, I made room for all her things. Each top I lifted was different from the last but all made from bright ass colors. There was everything from glitter fabric to chevron patterns. By the time I was done, I found myself quietly laughing at the colorful chaos in front of me. My closet wasn't just full of clothes now; it was full ofher.I scoffed at myself as I placed the last hanger. A few weeks ago, my plan had been to bleed this color out of her completely because I didn’t want to see it. Little did I know I would let it saturate my life.
It felt good.Right.
Now I would just have to work on restoring her flame.
