He lifted up onto his elbows and smiled down at me, sweeping the hair off my face with his hand. “I feel a hell of a lot less tense now, that’s for f**king sure.”
“You and me both.” I flexed my legs around him, not wanting to let go…like…ever. “You know I wasn’t with anyone else while you were gone, right?”
He kissed my nose. “I’d hoped so, but if you moved on when I was gone, it would be fine. I don’t have a right to—”
“I didn’t.” My cheeks heated. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way, and you’re the only one who ever will.”
He kissed me tenderly before pushing off me. “We need a shower. I want to wash the filth of those ass**les Cody hired off us.”
I laughed. “You mean Cory?”
“Nope. Cody.” He lifted me into his arms. “He doesn’t deserve a real name.”
I rested my head on his shoulder as he walked into the bathroom. I flicked the light on with my toes. He set me down on my feet, kissed the tip of my nose, and turned on the water. “Still like it scalding hot?”
“Yep.” I pulled out two towels and rummaged under the sink for supplies. Two bottles caught my attention. “You still have my shampoo?”
He dropped something into the trash and turned a little bit red. “Yeah. I liked to sniff it when I missed you, which was every night before bedtime. Sometimes in the morning, too.” He rolled his eyes. “And there goes my man card yet again.”
“You never lost it, and never will. Not with me.” I hugged the bottles close to my naked body. “Besides, I slept with your shirt, so I’m not one to talk.”
“You did?”
“I did,” I admitted. “Do. Whatever.”
He laughed and swept me into his arms. He carried me into the shower, depositing me directly into the stream of water. “Are you okay? I mean, after the scare and all…”
“I’m fine.” I reached up and cupped his face. “I’m not here because I’m in shock or anything.”
“I know.” He kissed me. “And I’m not here because your father asked me to be your guard again.”
“I know. You’re—wait. What?” I peeked up at him as he massaged my scalp under the water. “Did he ask you?”
“Yeah, he did. I want to make sure it’s okay with you.” His fingers stilled. “He’s also giving me a second chance to prove myself. Your mother is, too. I’m not sure what to think about that.”
“I’m not too surprised. They want me to be happy, and you make me happy.” I rose on tiptoe and kissed him. “Do you want to accept the job?”
“I think I will. Since I’ll be guarding you for the rest of my life, I might as well get paid for it and keep some annoying dude from following us around all the time.” He poured out the shampoo and rubbed it into my hair. “He offered to pay for my college, but Captain Richards has already informed me that he’ll still pay even though I’m a civilian now. I don’t know if I can accept that, though.”
“Accept it.” I frowned at him. “Are you insane? Of course you accept it. He’s offering to help you, and you earned it.”
“But why? Because I lived and no one else did?”
“Because you were injured, and that was part of the deal—you going to college on his dime. Trust me, he can afford it.” I rested my hands over his heart. “And if you won’t accept help from Captain Richards, then accept it from my father. He owes it to you after all the crap he’s given you.”
He stepped back and tugged on his hair. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
I gazed at him, admiring the view. His ink was stark against his flawless skin. His broad shoulders tapered down over his hard pecs, and then narrowed to his impossibly taut abs. His cock—yes, I still blushed at that word—jutted out from his light brown curls, and he looked beautiful.
Delicious, even.
I’d never seen a more welcome sight than him, standing naked and wet in the shower with me. And I never would again. After he finished rinsing my hair, I grabbed his hand before he could snatch up the conditioner. “So…ready for round two?”
His eyes darkened. “Are you?”
“Heck yeah.” I nodded for good measure, running my fingers down his chest, over his abs, and closing my hand over his cock. “And three…”
“And four…” He dropped his head back against the white tile. I skimmed my fingers over the head of his erection before jerking him in my fist. “Fuck, that feels good, Ginger.”
I sank to my knees. “I know what will feel even better.”
“Yes.” He threaded his fingers in my hair, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Do it. Now.”
I sucked him into my mouth hard, rolling my tongue over him just like he liked. He tightened his fists in my hair, urging me closer. His body flexed and moved, and he gently pumped his hips into my mouth as I sucked on him. I tasted his se**n before he tried to pull away, but I dug my hands into his butt and refused to let go.
I wanted to do this. To taste him.
“Ginger, I’m going to come,” he growled, pulling my hair. “Let me make you come, too.”
I shook my head and sucked harder, moaning. He growled and moved his hips, seeming to give in. He rested his shoulders against the wall and pulled me closer, instead of pushing me away. When I scraped my teeth over the tip of him, he cried out and came. It was such a heady feeling, knowing I’d done this to him. Made him feel this good.
I swallowed, finally letting go of him after one last kiss to the tip of his cock. He collapsed against the wall, breathing unevenly, his hand still fisted in my hair. “You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, his tone broken.
He tugged me up by my hair, and I stood. Once I was on my feet, he spun me around and entered me from behind. I slammed my hands against the wall, and my forehead smacked against it, too. “Finn.”
He reached around the front of me, pressing his fingers against my clit. “My turn to make you scream, Ginger.”
As he moved inside of me harder and faster, his hands seemed to be everywhere. He skimmed over my br**sts, pinching my ni**les, and then dipped down. As soon as he touched me there again, I tensed. He thrust hard. I threw my head back and screamed, my nails scratching uselessly over the tiled wall as I came. “Yes. Oh my God.”