Page 59 of Savior
Grabbing my shampoo, I get to work on my hair, scrubbing the offending smell of the smoke and filth of that place away.
I’m not in here nearly long enough, before I hear my name…
Son of a... Of course, he broke in…
“Get out.” I say, not bothering to look at him as I continue to shampoo my hair.
“Baby…”
“You ripped my dress. My favorite dress.”
“I’m sorry I ripped your dress.”
“No, you’re not.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, before he admits, “No. I’m not.”
I can’t help smirking to myself, glad he probably can’t tell in the dim lighting and the glass fogging up with steam. I don’t say anything as I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair, turning around to let the front jet hit the back of my head more directly to get the suds out. When I step forward, lifting my chin to let the raindrop showerhead rinse the soap from my face, I feel his strong arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me against his hard, warm, naked body. His lips press to my neck, kissing me. And though his touch, his kiss, always ignites a fire inside of me, I’m mad at him, and fight it.
“Watch out.” I warn him, not bothering to keep the sarcasm from my voice. “I haven’t had a chance to scrub the stench off my body yet. I might still stink like a demon’s whore.”
“Don’t talk like that, Vanna.” He sighs. I feel him reach behind me to grab a soft sea sponge and the body wash. “Allow me.”
“Knock yourself out. I have to condition my hair.” I say dismissively, turning my back on him to grab my conditioner. I let him lather up my body as I continue to wash my hair and ignore him for the next few minutes. I can tell he’s trying to entice me by the way he moves his hands over me. I pretend not to notice. I don’t respond when he gently tweaks my nipples as his soapy hands fondle my breasts, or when he presses his hard cock against me. I simply ignore him. Once he has me thoroughly soaped up, he steps back to wash himself. I turn to rinse my body and hair out once again, this time staring back at him as I do so.
“I love you, Vanna.” I can see the vulnerability in his eyes as he runs the soapy sponge across his sculpted chest and torso. Across his collection of faint scars.
I sigh, “I love you, too.”
“I don’t scare easy.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He closes his eyes and tilts his head down slightly, still obviously distraught about tonight. “I can’t stop thinking about what could have happened to you.” His fists ball up at his sides, the soap from the sea sponge ringing out between his powerful fingers, sliding down his muscular thigh. I watch the muscles in his chest and arms flex as the water cascades over him. Stepping closer, I place my hands on his hot, hard shoulders, before I slide them up his neck to cup his face along his jawline.
“We’re here, together. Safe.” I remind him. Words we’ve both repeated to one another, since he woke up in the hospital.
He shakes his head as I stroke his rippling jaw muscles with my thumbs. “You can’t do shit like that, Vanna. Now that they know for certain what you mean to me… You can’t ever be anywhere without me knowing. Ever. I don’t know who Legion is… Therefore, I don’t know what we’re dealing with.” He drops the sponge and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands back down to his chest. “If anything were to happen to you…” I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palms, and I’m filled with renewed remorse.
“I’m not going to mess up like this again.” I promise.
He nods, then releases one of my hands to slide his own around the back of my neck, gently gripping me as he lowers his mouth to mine. I kiss him back for a few moments, before he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine again. His eyes are closed, but I know it’s not because of the water.
“Dean, I’m sorry.” I whisper, feeling increasingly worse.
“I need you, baby.” He says, a pleading whisper of his own.
“I’m right here.” I stroke his arm, trying to soothe him.
He wraps his strong arms around me again, pulling me against him as he turns me slightly so I’m closer to the stone bench. “Let me lose myself in you… I need to.” He trails kisses down my neck, to my breasts, kissing and gently sucking, before he sinks lower, trailing kisses down my abdomen and lower stomach. His lips kissing directly over the little secret I haven’t told him yet… And I wonder if now is the time I should…
Kneeling before me, he looks up at me as I run my fingers through his dark, wet hair, slicking it back and away from his eyes. There’s a pleading expression in them that I’ve never seen before. Not to this extent.
“Okay,” I whisper, and he puts his mouth on me, his hands sliding up the back of my legs to grip my bottom and pull me closer to him. He kisses me tenderly at first, his tongue sliding inside slowly, as if he were really trying to savor this moment. When I let out a soft moan, he grips me tighter, pressing his face harder against me. I have to hold onto his shoulders for balance as his kiss becomes more ardent.
“Sit back, baby… Let me have you.” His words tickle my sensitive parts. I lower myself onto the stone bench behind me, and he places one of my legs over his shoulder, pushing the other open wider. His mouth is on me again in an instant, and I slide my fingers back into his wet hair, stroking him as his tongue works its magic.
His hands, usually dominating, holding me where he wants me, are gentle this time, caressing my thighs softly. He twists his head now and again, the muscles of his back and shoulders rippling beneath my leg as he pleasures me. One of his hands reaches to find mine, lacing his fingers between my own as he squeezes my hand. I can feel the pressure building inside me as my hips begin to swerve in small circles, attempting to grind my body against his face. With his other hand, he slips a finger inside me and curls it, a come-hither motion as he strokes me. His lips press to my clit and he begins to gently suck in a rhythm that sends me spiraling faster towards the edge.
