“I told you this was just for tonight.” I take another step closer, and she backs up against the tile wall. “After tonight, it’ll be like none of this happened, you have my word. Okay?”
She swallows hard, blinking up at me like she wants to say something. Then she nods, and the tension in my chest eases a little.
Moving closer still, I take the sudsy rag from her and add more body wash. Her eyebrows scrunch closer together as I work, and she watches in near-horror as I start washing her body, starting with her shoulders and slowly working toward her chest.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” she asks, glaring at me like I've done something offensive.
Maybe I have.
Maybe human females aren't used to being taken care of.
“Like I said earlier, I do what I want,” I assure her simply as I wash her breasts before moving on to her soft tummy. She doesn’t complain or attempt to stop me.
She tenses when I drop to my knees in front of her to wash her legs, carefully scrubbing between them and reveling in the tiny gasp that escapes her. When she’sperfectly clean, I stand again and hand over the rag. She’s still staring at me in disbelief.
“But why?” she asks. “You could have left without a word. You don’t have to pretend to be decent for my sake?—”
I lean in to cut her off, propping myself up with my forearm on the tile above her head. Our faces are mere inches apart, and fear bleeds into the steamy air around her.
“I’m decent for my own sake, not yours. Even demons have standards,” I say, a low growl rumbling in my chest. “Would you prefer if I was a monster?”
She shakes her head slowly, her eyes locked firmly on mine.
“Say the word and I’ll leave right now,” I assure her. “Or I can make sure you get clean and into bed before I do.”
She blinks up at me, those plush lips parting again, and something in me snaps. I close the distance between us, pressing my mouth against hers. My tongue swipes out to taste her, and her arms snake around my neck, pulling me down into the kiss.
Clean and in bed it is.
I reluctantly break our kiss and wash myself hastily before following her out of the shower. She tosses me a fluffy white towel, and I sling it around my hips, my eyes lingering on her as she dries off and runs a brush through her long, black hair. Then she leads me back to the room.
I expect her to put on some pajamas or crawl into bed to get ready to sleep; she has to be fuckingexhausted after today. What I don’t expect is for her to whip around and drop her towel to press her naked form against mine. Her fingers trail up my chest, and my blood rushes south.
“You just showered,” I say as she palms my cock through the towel. “Do you want me to make a mess of you again?”
A mischievous smirk curves her mouth, and she squeezes my shaft. “I think I need to come one more time to sleep peacefully.” Her finger hooks under my towel and pulls, the fabric falling to the floor at our feet. “But I can always fuck myself after you leave.”
Like Hell she can.
My cock throbs, aching to be inside her again, and I walk her backward to the edge of the bed. The only way she’s fucking herself tonight is if I watch, but I’d much rather see her fall apart on my cock again.
I push her back onto the mattress and follow, settling between her thighs. This time when I fuck her, I do it slowly, taking my time. I learn all of her curves, all the ways I can leave her panting and gasping. I kiss and lick over her flesh, tasting her, committing her to memory like she’s the only human I’ll ever use this way.
Chances are, she will be. I never plan to let myself get close enough to another human, but Joseline is different. The circumstances were unique.
And fuck, does her pussy feel like it was made just for me.
She comes on my cock, whispering my name like a hallowed prayer, before I pull her into my chest. She falls asleep on me as I run my fingers through her longhair, her soft snores the only sounds to break the silence of her hotel room, and I stare up at the ceiling until I feel my eyes closing.
No way am I falling asleep here. That wasn’t part of the deal.
Carefully, I pry myself away from her and tug on my clothes as quietly as I can, pulling my mask on last. Then I stand at the foot of the bed, watching her, my mind churning with complicated thoughts and emotions I was never supposed to feel.
I know I should leave; I’ve already been here too long. It doesn’t matter how much I enjoyed tonight, or how much I want to stay, I promised her it would mean nothing. The moment I walk out the door, everything will go back to the way it was before tonight. It has to.
With a final lingering look, I commit the image of her sleeping peacefully to memory. Then I turn and force myself out of her room before I can second-guess myself, dragging myself all the way back to the tour bus.
Chapter 24
