Her name left me on a gush. “Daisy.”
And I knew I had to be dreaming. That I was losing my grip. Sliding off the side of a quickly crumbling cliff.
Because she was suddenly right there, standing in the glass doorway, that cinnamon hair raining around her. And she stepped forward into the shower and dropped to her knees.
THIRTY
DAISY
How wasI supposed to just leave? Walk out after he had touched me the way he had and know that he was suffering the same?
I could feel it radiating off him.
Lust.
Greed.
A violent hunger that rippled across his flesh and seeped from the palms of his hands and into me.
It was all mixed with that steely despair that chipped away a little of my heart every time I looked at him. This man who held himself in reproach as if there was a chance that he wasn’t good and kind.
I knew him.
I knew him.
I recognized those old parts of him every time he interacted with my children. Every time he gave a little more of himself to me. I recognized how difficult it was for him when he put his mother’s ring on my finger.
What it cost him.
And I wanted to give him this.
Steam filled the bathroom.
Viscid and hot.
But I could see him standing beneath the spray.
Rivulets of water slicked down the glorious edges of his body. Streams that curved and weaved and rippled over the cut, defined angles of packed muscle and glinted over the designs painted on his flesh.
And his hand…his hand was fisted around his enormous cock. Huge with the head bulging in his fierce, hard grip. My name tumbled from his mouth as he stroked himself once.
A shudder ripped through me, and I nearly tripped over my own feet.
So close to coming undone all over again at the sight.
Desire tumbled in my belly and a desperate throb ached between my thighs, and redness streaked over every inch of my skin.
Timidity tried to urge me back into hiding.
But I didn’t want to hide from him.
I didn’t want to hide fromthis.
Too many years had been lost for that.
He turned his face in my direction as if he felt the shockwave of need I exuded.
It brought me to my knees, and the air began to pant from my lungs. Hot water poured from above, instantly soaking my hair. Running down to saturate my tank and underwear.
