“Running you a bath,” I murmur, reaching for the Epsom salts I put in after I’ve had a hard workout, and throwing a generous handful into the water along with some bubble bath.
“There’s a bath in my room.”
She clamps her mouth shut when I turn to her with a raised brow.
“This is your room now.”
I turn back to the bath, checking the temperature once the water is high enough.
“Time to get in, Princess.”
I walk over to her, and she stares at me as I inch my fingertips beneath the hem of my T-shirt, gliding it up over her hips.
“Denver,” she whispers huskily, making my dick throb.
“Come on,” I coax gently, encouraging her to lift her arms above her head so I can undress her.
I keep my eyes on her face as I drop my T-shirt on the floor. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I take her face in my hands. Her soft intake of breath as I press a gentle kiss to her lips has my chest clenching painfully.
No one’s ever taken care of her like this. Not the way she deserves.
“Time to get in.”
I lift her from the counter and take her over to the water, lowering her in slowly until the bubbles come up over her shoulders.
She leans back with a relaxed sigh as I draw my arms back.
“Are you okay? Sore?”
“I’m fine.” She gives me a small smile, narrowing her eyes like she’s trying to work my angle out.
“I was rough,” I mutter, cursing internally as I reach for a washcloth and put it under the water.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as I press the cloth between her legs beneath the water.
“There was blood,” I say.
She watches me as I wipe her gently, her eyelids hooding as she starts to relax and sinks back against the side of the tub.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”
“I’ll always worry.”
“Because it’s your job?” she asks.
“Because it’s you.”
My jaw clenches as I clean her some more, pretending not to notice the small moan that slips from her lips when my fingers brush her skin. Her cheeks are flushed pink when I take my arm from the water.
“Stay here. I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” she asks as I walk to the doorway.
“I’m going to check on Monty. Stay there,” I instruct, before slipping from the room and closing the door.
Thirty minutes later, I’m back with a warm towel in my arms, holding it open for Sinclair to step into as she climbs from the bath. I look to one side to give her privacy, even though thirty minutes ago, I was exploring every inch of her body… kissing her, tasting her… making her come for me, before coming so damn hard inside her that I lost all coherent thought, leaving her vulnerable. I re-checked all the security measures around the cabin while she was in the bath. Everything is fine. But I still lost my head without making sure first. If anything had happened to her, it would have been my fault.
Only it did happen to her. I hurt her. I made her bleed.
