Be With Me(46)

“Turn around so I can rinse.”

He kept his hands on her shoulders as she slowly rotated. She turned her face up into the spray and let the water fal over her head. Sawyer’s fingers threaded through her hair and separated the strands.

He slid one hand over her cheek and underneath her chin. Careful y, he pulled back until her head rested on his chest and she was staring up into his eyes. He lowered his mouth to her forehead and closed his eyes.

She rested comfortably there, content to let his strength surround her. Final y he reached over to turn the water off. He put his hands on her hips and slowly slid them up her body, over her arms and up to her shoulders. He squeezed once and then reached over to open the shower door.

To her surprise, Cam was waiting. He swept her into his arms, wrapping a warm towel around her body as Sawyer dried off and dressed in a pair of shorts. She stared up at Cam as he proceeded to pat the moisture from her skin.

He took one end of the towel and careful y dried the area around the cut on her head then dabbed at the gash itself. As Sawyer had done in the shower, Cam placed a gentle kiss over the wound.

Unable to resist the warmth of his embrace, she snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He stiffened the slightest bit before she felt him relax again.

The towel was trapped between them, and Sawyer was getting a prime view of her ass, but she didn’t care. She burrowed her face into Cam’s soft T-shirt and bumped her head underneath his chin.

“Sorry,” she mumbled against his chest.

His arms crept around her, and he squeezed tightly. “Never apologize for this, Reggie darling. I’ve waited a long time for it.”

She sighed and rubbed her cheek against him, closing her eyes as contentment invaded her heart.

He kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s get you back into the bedroom.”

He pulled away and careful y wrapped the towel around her, tucking the end between her br**sts.

She started back into the bedroom, Cam and Sawyer fol owing. Hutch was standing by the bed, and he motioned her over.

She gave the towel spread out over the bed a puzzled look as she walked toward Hutch’s outstretched arm.

“Take the towel off,” he murmured.

Her gaze flew to his, and she clutched her arms over the seam of the towel. His stare bored into her, peeling away that towel effortlessly. She felt naked, and she hadn’t even relinquished her hold on it.

“Just do it, Reggie,” he said patiently.

He was asking her to trust him. To believe that they wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want.

Why he wanted her naked, she wasn’t sure, but she would never give him the idea that she didn’t trust him. She did.

Slowly, she unwrapped the towel and let it pool at her feet. His gaze held steady with hers, never moving or fal ing to her body. The soft green of his eyes glowed in the light. Radiated a yearning for something that sex just didn’t cover.

“Lay down,” he said softly. “On your bel y, but only if it doesn’t hurt your ribs.”

She put a knee on the bed and climbed up, crawling to the center of the towel. She eased down, testing her body for soreness as she settled into the soft mattress.

“Put your arms up, baby. Rest them on the pil ow at your head.”

Her hands slid over the sheets until they col ided with the plump pil ows. The bed dipped, first on her left and then on her right and then again at her feet.

She was too comfortable to lift her head to investigate.

Warm hands, slick with oil, glided over her skin, sending shivers up her spine to the nape of her neck.

The tiny little hairs stood on end as goose bumps threaded their way through her scalp.

Loving, gentle, exquisitely tender, they stroked

—petting, rubbing, massaging tired, sore muscles.

She knew their touch, each individual, knew by the way they touched her.

Sawyer was to her left, his fingers firm, rubbing deeper, blatantly sensual as he skimmed across her back to the globes of her ass. He trailed a finger across the seam to the smal of her back and down again. He palmed one cheek, massaging in a slow, circular motion before turning his attention to the other.

Cam was at her feet, attending each leg, kneading her calves, down to her ankles and ultimately to her feet. His touch was seeking, inquisitive, mel ow, like him.

She moaned as he dug deep into the arch. He placed his palm against her heel and pressed his thumb into the center of her foot. She existed in a warm haze, a euphoric shimmer that clouded her eyes, blurring her vision.

Hutch was to her right, both hands settled on top of her shoulders, his thumbs pressed against the column of her neck. He worked his fingers higher, into her damp hair, digging into her scalp and working sheer magic.

At this rate she’d be comatose in five minutes.

Lips replaced hands, and a shudder rol ed over her body. A gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. One at the back of her knee. One at the smal of her back and then lower, just below the cheek of her ass.

Husky breaths blew over her between the featherlight kisses. A warm tongue pressed at the cleft just above her behind and trailed up her spine.

She shivered uncontrol ably.

The mouth at her neck opened wider. Teeth grazed the sensitive skin below her ear. One nip. Two.

Lips closed over one smal toe, sucking lightly, the tongue warm over her skin.

A ragged groan worked from the depths of her chest. It was the headiest, most pleasurable sensation she’d ever experienced. She felt loved.