Violence had always been sufficient for me. The answer. The only connection I needed to anyone.
But that didn’t stand with Daisy.
She dipped her chin, averting my gaze when she whispered, “No. I was just…so alone, Cash. Everyone I had ever loved had left me.”
Guilt cut through me like a blade. I’d stolen so much from her, and she didn’t even know. Then I left her.
How could I be so wretched as to ever touch her? And how could it feel like that was exactly what I was supposed to do?
My mind ran to the tattoo on the inside of her wrist.
In Silence We Must Endure.
I took her wrist, pressed my lips to the words, and whispered, “You aren’t alone anymore.”
THIRTY-TWO
DAISY
Shivers rockedthrough my body as I tried to process what had happened. As I tried to process what he said and the way he touched me.
Power rippled from him as he reached over and turned off the showerhead, though he kept his other hand on my waist to keep me steady.
He had to know I was about three seconds from falling right back to my knees.
“Hold on.” He reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. I thought he was going to wrap it around himself, but instead, he wrapped it around me.
He remained completely naked.
A bare brute of rippling muscle. Beads of water still dribbling down his flesh.
If this was a dream, I kind of hoped it went on forever.
“Come here,” he rumbled, and he guided me into the middle of his bathroom. My feet pressed into the plush rug beneath me.
He leaned down, hazel eyes peering up at me as he pushed his hands under the towel and gathered the wet fabric of my underwear.
I trembled as he dragged them down and tossed them to the floor, then he stood again. The man obliterating reason and sight as he came to tower over me.
He shifted the towel out so he could get hold of my tank, my actions awkward as I tried to hold onto the towel and help him get the tank over my head.
I almost rolled my eyes at my self-consciousness. As if he didn’t just have his fingers inside me.
He quirked a rare smirk in my direction. God, it was pretty. My belly tumbled on top of itself at the sight.
Then it tipped over again at the sound of his guttural voice. “You gonna get shy now, fiancée?”
There was a tease to it, Cash’s mood shockingly light.
Maybe he’d really needed an orgasm, too. God knew I felt a whole lot better.
I chewed at the inside of my cheek. “I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now.”
He tossed my tank aside, then hooked my chin with his index finger.
His expression flashed with that severity. “You rest in me.”
He stared at me that way for the longest time before he let go of a sigh and turned away so he could grab a towel from under the sink.
