Page 56 of Shattered King

“Let me help you. Tell me what you need.” I trailed my hand down over her stomach. “Let me get you through this. Let me be there for you and Josh. Where I belong. Where I was always meant to be.”

I skimmed the cloth lower and kept on moving down her leg. She leaned back farther, slid down in the water deeper, watching me as I moved. I could feel her eyes on me, my side, on the ink there. Then around to my back. Her name. I’d put it there a month after we got together. Knew even before then she was meant to be mine. Had never stopped wanting her. Even when I tried, even when I believed she’d betrayed me, I never stopped wanting her.

As I slid the cloth back up, and her knees lifted, then fell open. The water was murky from the body wash, but not that fucking murky. She was totally exposed and so damn beautiful.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were on me, lids heavy. She wasn’t hiding what she wanted. Not at all. Jesus. She was gorgeous. Face flushed, lips plump. Tits floating in the water, nipples dark, making my mouth water.

“Please,” she whispered. “This is what I need. I just want to feel good. I just want to forget. Make me forget, Hunter.”

I could deny her nothing. And why would I? She trusted me with her body. After everything that happened with Pierce—after the way I’d treated her—she still wanted this from me. I didn’t think she fully realized the significance of that, what that meant. But I did. And it was huge.

I hadn’t given her many reasons to trust me since I’d been back in her life, but I’d make sure I proved I was worthy of it.

I’d prove it to her every damn day, for the rest of our lives.

Lulu

Those intense blue eyes seemed to darken right in front of me.

The cloth in his hand whispered past my thigh and drifted to the bottom of the tub. Then his hand was on me, the rough skin of his palm sliding around to my inner thigh.

“You wanna feel good? I’ll make you feel good, always.” His tongue darted out, dampening his lower lip, and damn I felt that, right between my thighs, like he’d licked me. A groan slipped past my lips. It was an anguished sound, but I had no control over it. Right then, I needed him to stop talking. Everything that came out of his mouth made me want what I knew I couldn’t have, made it all ten times harder.

I pulled my knees higher, exposing more of myself to his heated gaze. I wanted his hands on me, not declarations. I knew he was trying to make it better, but it just hurt more to hear them. “Touch me, please.”

His hand crept higher, bypassing where I needed him. I whimpered and wriggled my hips, asking for what I wanted without words. The water on my bare skin felt so good, and just looking at Hunter, having him this close, his fingers digging into my flesh, made me near out of my mind with want. That big hand came up to my chest, cupping me, thumb and forefinger squeezing and tugging on my nipple. I felt that between my thighs as well.

He slid his palm to the underside of my breast and lifted it higher, out of the water, then leaned forward and took the hardened peak into his mouth, sucking me gently. My head dropped back to the edge of the tub and I moaned, loudly. Too good. Not enough.

He played with me, my wet fingers thrust in his hair, until I was forced to squeeze my thighs together to quiet the deep throbbing ache. Finally, he pulled back and I watched as he slid his hand down between my legs, cupping me. “This where you want me?”

“Yes. God, yes.” I couldn’t keep my hips still as he dragged his fingers through my cleft.

“Like this?” His voice was nothing but a growl.

I gripped his wrist, afraid he’d stop. “Push them inside,” I panted, mindless, unable to control what was coming out of my mouth, too far gone to care. “Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come, please.”

He hissed out a breath, and my lust-glazed eyes lifted, focused back on his face instead of what his hand was doing. Dear God, he was beautiful. Lust distorted his face, making him look harder and wilder all at once.

“Fuck,” he growled, and stood suddenly.

Then his hands were under my pits and I was hauled out of the tub. Water went everywhere, covering the floor, soaking through Hunter’s jeans as he dragged me up against him. One hand went to my ass, the other to the back of my head, and he slammed his mouth down on mine as he lifted me off the ground. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, and I swallowed his deep groan, the vibrations of it teasing my damp nipples. The sodden denim of his jeans rubbed against my pussy when he pulled my legs around his hips. I took full advantage, undulating against him, trying to get myself off.

I gasped when my clit grazed over the fabric, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dry humped him like a bitch in heat. This was what I needed, this washed everything else away. When I was with Hunter, I didn’t have to think. There was no fear. When his hands were on me, all I could do was feel. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I could take right now.

I’d never been more turned on. I was drenched, my skin burning up, horny as hell. I reached down, grabbed his hard cock through his jeans, and squeezed the rigid flesh. “Fuck me,” I nipped at his throat, his ear. “Please. I need you to fuck me.”

His larger hand covered mine, pulling it away from his beautiful dick. “Lulu . . .”

“Please, I want it. I need it. I need to feel your cock moving inside me.”

“Lulu . . .”

I was rubbing against him still, on the edge, close to coming from just that. My head went back as I felt it building, mouth dropping open.

And then he was gone, the space between my thighs was empty and my ass connected with the shockingly cold vanity.

Hunter was standing a few feet away, wet from me, skin slick from the bath water, chest heaving, expression fierce.