If You Stay (Beautifully Broken, #1)(45)

Mila moans in agreement next to me and honestly, we just stand under the water for another ten minutes, with our eyes closed and without speaking, just enjoying the warmth. When the door fogs over and I am no longer shivering, I turn to Mila.

She is naked and wet and gorgeous, but I don’t care at the moment. All I care about is one thing.

“You thought I was going to hit you,” I say simply. She looks guilty as she turns to me, her skin a healthy pink now.

“No,” she protests quietly. “It was just a reflex. I just reacted.”

“So you didn’t think I was going to hit you?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because you flinched.” She drops her head.

“I don’t know what I thought.”

I suck in a breath at her honesty and am deflated at the same time. Reaching out, I tilt her chin up with my fingers.

“I don’t care how mad I am, I will never hit you. Do you understand?” I stare her in the eye. “Not ever.”

She swallows and looks at me and her eyes are so wide and green. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I don’t know why I would think that.”

And there is something in her eyes that gives me pause.

“Did your dad hit your mom?”

The question hangs between us and she stares at me. And then she nods slowly.

“Not often. But sometimes. I saw it a few times. He slapped her, she slapped him. They had a very passionate relationship.”

“Holy shit,” I mutter in shock, before I pull her to me. “Mila, even one time is too many. I will never hit you. I need you to believe that.”

She nods silently, and I see that she’s crying. And I don’t know if she’s crying about her dad and mom or if she’s crying about our fight on the boat.

I drag her more tightly against my chest, dropping my lips to her forehead. She is pressed against me, wet and firm. I slide my hands around her back, cradling her tightly.

“Mila, I will never hurt you. Not like that.”

She nods and reaches for me and just like that, we are inhaling each other, like we need each other to breathe.

Her tongue plunges into my mouth and my hands are everywhere on her body, sliding up and down the smooth wetness of her back, and down over her hips. I suck her lip into my mouth, pulling it with my teeth. She whimpers into me and I inhale it, enjoying the sound.

Desperation hangs heavily around us, a consuming need. I whirl her about, pinning her to the stone shower wall, pressing into her as I plunge into her mouth yet again. I could taste this girl forever and still not have enough.

She brings her leg up and hooks it around my hips. My hands slide up her thighs to cup her ass, her amazingly perfect ass, and she wiggles into me, pushing ever closer. My dick is wedged against her and I know she feels it.

Hard.

Wet.

Warm.

“I want you tonight,” she tells me in my ear. Her teeth nip at my earlobe. “Please, Pax.”

I groan and pull away, looking at her.

“I thought you wanted to wait?”

She smiles an endearing and wicked smile.

“Fuck that,” she says. “I want you now.”

I crush her close again and pillage her mouth, and her lips are so f*cking soft against mine. My fingers slip inside of her and she gasps into my mouth, panting softly. She tastes like sunshine.

“You are so f*cking beautiful,” I rasp against her throat as I kiss a trail down to her full breasts. “So beautiful.”

I slip her breast into my mouth, sucking softly. She pulls at me, clutching me, thrashing, her hands scraping down the shower stones. Her breath is coming in pants now, I can hear it, jagged and raw.

[page]I move to her other breast and suck there; teasing her, enjoying it. Her skin is wet and soft and when she opens her eyes to look at me, her gaze is unfocused and wild.

She wants me. That notion is almost incomprehensible to me. She wants me just as I want her. I groan and bury my face in her neck.

Her hand is on my dick and it throbs in her hand, hot and heavy. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything. I moan and she smiles as she slides her hand up and down the length of me.

“You’re so big,” she murmurs softly.

My, what big teeth I have.

I am once again the wolf as I hover above her, her back shoved against the tiles. She is innocent and beautiful. And I am….not.

I don’t deserve her. I swallow hard.

“Do you want me?” I ask her, my lips just a breadth above her.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut as she runs her hands over my back and down my hips.

“Then open your eyes and say it,” I instruct her raggedly. “Say my name.”

Her eyes flutter open and she stares into mine.

“I want you,” she murmurs. “Pax.”

My tongue twists around hers, wet and hot. I may not deserve her but she wants me anyway. My gut clenches.

“Say it again,” I tell her quietly.

She looks at me with her wide, green eyes.

“Pax,” she breathes. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and pull away from her for only a moment, to reach out the door and pull my wallet from my pants on the floor. I fumble with the condom and then I am back under the water, pulling her against me.

And then I slide into her.

Light explodes behind my eyelids because she feels so f*cking good. So wet, so f*cking tight. I could die right here and never regret a thing.