She sniffed again, her nose wrinkling.
“Okay, let’s shower then. I may need to borrow your toothbrush though, as I didn’t bring mine.”
Before she could say a word, Noah had swung her into his arms. Lani grabbed his neck and held on as he climbed the stairs.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“I will when we get to where I want to go. Hey, Buddy, Bandit.”
The dog lifted its head from the bed Lani had bought him and that he used occasionally when it suited him, and wuffled, then went back to sleep. Bandit was curled up beside him and hadn’t twitched. Noah walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him using his foot.
“This is silly, Noah. I just had a shower.” Lani tried to back away, but he held her wrist as he turned on the water.
“You missed a bit.” He pulled her in and placed a large hot hand over one breast. “Let me get that for you.” Noah leaned down and sucked on her nipple through the shirt, and Lani moaned as heat arrowed down to her groin.
“I like it when you moan.” He stripped off her nightshirt. His clothes were next, and Lani could do nothing to stop her eyes roving all over him.
“Let’s go.” He nudged her into the shower stall. Noah followed. He then bent to pick up the soap, and began to wash her.
“I d-don’t need washing.”
“Sure you do.”
He was thorough, lathering every inch of her and paying special attention to her breasts.
“I-I think that’s enough.”
“Nowhere near it.” He placed a steaming hot kiss on her lips. She met him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling his head closer. His body felt so good pressed to hers.
“More, Lani,” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes.”
He boosted her up his body and then braced her against the wall. Seconds later, he’d thrust deep inside.
“You feel good, baby.” He took her mouth again as he withdrew. His movements were excruciatingly slow, her muscles clenching and releasing as he took her on a sensual journey. Lani’s body was screaming for release as the tension inside her climbed. When he thrust harder, she lost it, moaning long and loud.
When he lowered her to the floor, sanity returned. “I’ll get out.” Lani tried to brush by him, but he held her in place.
“Not yet.”
He washed them both again, and Lani refused to admit how special it felt to have someone care for her.
“Stop thinking.”
“I can’t help the thoughts that come into my head, Noah.”
“For tonight, put them away.”
He shut off the water and got out. Taking a towel off the rack Hank had installed, he opened it. She attempted to take it, but he shook his head.
“I know you’re independent and likely had to be considering the fact you’ve been on the run for four years. But tonight, let me be there for you.”
Lani stepped out, and he wrapped the towel around her, then held her close while he dried her back. It was bliss.
They went to her bed, and he pulled back the covers and motioned her in.
“Goodnight, Noah.”
