Page 31 of His to Defend

“Seriously,” she protested. “One thing.”

With great reluctance, Ryker sat back. “What do you need?”

Nina tried not to laugh. “A shower. I feel gross.”

“You look amazing.”

She did laugh then. “That’s not true.”

He reached for her and trailed his finger up her bare thigh. “It is. And you smell delicious.” His fingers toyed with the hem of the oversized T-shirt she’d slept in. A shirt she recognized for the first time was Ryker’s.

“No way.” She scampered backward. “And my breath. Oh my God, Ryker. I need to brush my teeth.”

Nina jumped from the bed, but he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You are perfect just the way you are.” He nibbled her neck, and her knees buckled from the sensations he was sending through her. “But,” he said after a moment. “If you insist on a shower, then I must insist on joining you.”

The only thing better than having Nina naked was having her naked and wet.

A shower had been a fantastic idea.

Ryker made a mental note to praise his cousins for their brilliant design work creating the rooms in the Den. The shower was huge, with plenty of space for both of them, and with a built-in tiled bench on one end, it didn’t take long for Ryker to think of a few creative ways to put it to use.

From the moment they’d stepped under the hot water, Ryker took charge. First he lathered her hair, taking his time to massage her scalp, which elicited all sorts of moans of pleasure from her lips. Nina tipped her head back and let the water rinse her locks as Ryker began washing every inch of her. He worked up a lather and scrubbed the soap all over her. Starting with her heavy, luscious tits, he washed until each of her nipples pebbled into tight nubs.

“You are sensational,” he murmured before taking one beautiful nipple into his mouth. He suckled until she groaned and moved his attentions to the other side.

Satisfied that her breasts were clean, he turned his attentions lower, and ran the soap over her soft belly and her hips to her round, full ass. With one hand cupping her cheek, he slipped the other hand through her legs, to find her clit. But just for a second.

The squeal that escaped her lips sent a shot of desire straight to his groin and his cock sprang to attention.

Damn. She was so responsive, so sexy. So…his.

“Raise your arms.”

Her eyes opened in question.

“I need to wash all of you.” He smirked, but she did as he asked.

With her arms overhead, her breasts lifted to attention and he couldn’t resist taking a moment to bury his head between the beautiful globes. When he stepped back, he once again took in the sight. She glanced down, taking in her own sight of him, and smiled appreciatively.

“Like I said,” he told her. “You make me crazy. In all the best ways. Turn around.”

“Turn around?”

“Do you trust me?”

There was no hesitation. “Completely.”

She turned and gently he pushed her forward so her hands were pressed down on the built-in tile bench at the back of the shower. The presentation of her ass was perfect and his dick twitched with need.

But first he had a job to do.

With painstaking effort, Ryker worked the soap into a lather between his hands before sliding them over Nina’s ass. He took his time as he washed and massaged and worked her up. She squirmed and wiggled her hips in an effort to entice him in moving forward, but he had other plans.

“Patience, Nina.”

She groaned in response.

With the water still showering over him, Ryker finally slipped one hand between her legs. Her knees buckled, but he held her firm with his free hand. “Not yet, babe. I’m only getting started.”