He crouched before her, naked. His indigo eyes were her beacon in this fucked up storm now known as her life.
She had to contend with this sociopath who wanted revenge for his father’s death and the mystery surrounding her birth.
What was next?
Nico leaned into her and kissed her. He licked at the wetness on her cheeks.
Autumn blinked. Was she crying again?
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed and blinked her eyes as if that would keep the tears away. “I’m never like this.”
“I know. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.” Nico stood with her in his arms. Autumn wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked the short distance into the shower.
Nico set Autumn down with the spray to her back and poured body wash on the cloth. Nico started at her neck and made his way down her front, spending extra time on her breasts. Autumn put her hands on his shoulders and stared into his eyes. His touch was an aphrodisiac to her senses, the rose scent of the soap tickling her nose.
Her lips lifted into a smile even as her eyelashes drifted down. “Shower, huh?”
“Of course, the rain chilled you. I don’t want you getting sick on me.”
She blinked one eye open. “Are you sure it’s just to keep me warm?” Her voice hitched as he soothed the cloth over her now-aching nipples and bit her lip.
“Are you accusing me of getting you hot, wet, and bothered, Miss Taylor.” Nico’s low, husky voice rumbled in his chest.
“Possibly.”
She watched as the washcloth moved farther south.
“That’s because I am,mia cara.”
Nico went to his knees and widened Autumn’s legs. The washcloth moved over her folds, back out, and up to her aching nub. He gently touched her clit, then moved back down again, past her pussy to the flesh that separated her sex from her ass.
As she held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, Autumn looked into his bright eyes, and his lips slowly curved. The washcloth roamed over the flesh of her ass, and suddenly he took the globes of her butt and held them, squeezed then released them.
“Give me the shower head, Autumn.”
With trembling hands, Autumn half-turned to the shower and pulled the smaller shower head off the side. She handed it to him as her breathing escalated. She could feel her heart in her throat as she leaned against the tiled wall.
Nico played with the buttons, then looked into her eyes. Standing, he sprayed the jets down her neck, over her chest, and paid particular attention to her nipples. Autumn moaned, closing her eyes.
“No. Eyes on me.”
Autumn blinked them open as Nico continued washing the suds away from her body and held onto his shoulders as he crouched down again.
“Hold on to my shoulders.”
Autumn did as he told her, and clutched his broad, wet shoulders. The spray slowly swept over the hair surrounding her pussy.
She jumped when it touched her clit.
“Okay?” Nico’s eyes crinkled on the sides as if he were enjoying this.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Wait until you feel…this.” The shower head surrounded her pussy, and he sprayed up inside her wet sex.
Autumn screamed and would have fallen if one of Nico’s hands wasn’t holding her hip. He maneuvered the sprayer, hitting all her sensitive spots.
“Nico!”
