Page 128 of Lawless
“You found her?” she asks with wide, hopeful eyes.
Reaching for her hand, I twist our fingers together and tug her closer again.
“One step at a time, Pet,” I say softly.
She sighs. There’s so much pain in it, it cuts me right down to my soul.
“I know. I just… want to try and make it right. Give her the life she always deserved.”
When I pull her closer again, she comes happily, falling against my chest and staring up at me.
Some of the fear has vanished from her eyes in favor of hope.
I just pray that I’m not going to have to be the one to shatter it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, sliding her hand around my back and holding me as tightly as I am her. “For a moment there, I didn’t think you were going to come.”
Leaning down, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
The scent of that hangar, the pain they endured still linger.
“Sit up and turn around,” I say reluctantly.
Despite the hot water surrounding us, I feel cold the second her skin leaves mine.
Doing as she’s told, she turns her back to me.
Reaching for the cup that’s sitting on the vanity, I fill it with hot water and instruct her to tip her head back.
A giant blob of shampoo comes next and I begin massaging it into her blonde hair, eliciting a series of quiet whimpers from her.
“You do this often?” she whispers.
“Never.”
“Well, you’re good at it,” she praises, and thank fuck she can’t see me because the widest, goofiest smile spreads across my face.
Who knew that something as simple as washing someone’s hair could give me the warm fuzzies?
“Tip back,” I say, trying to rein myself in.
She does as she’s told and cup by cup, I rinse the bubbles from her hair before repeating my previous actions with the conditioner.
Just like before, she quietly moans. She might not be doing them in a sexual way but fuck if those little sounds don’t go straight to my dick. And no matter how much I try to convince myself to think of anything but the fact she’s sitting before me naked, I still end up hard as fuck for her.
Licking my lips, I remember the moment of weakness I had in my gym with her before I released Mav from the basement.
I’ve tried to banish it from my thoughts ever since.
Nothing good would have come from obsessing over what could have been if I weren’t such a pussy and pulled away. Or from thinking about how badly I want to finish what we started.
She doesn’t say another word, instead, just lets me work, and the second I tell her that I’m done, she curls back up on my chest again.
We need to get out. Our skin is pruned, and the water is going cold again, but I can’t bring myself to say anything or move.
“It’s beautiful here,” Alana whispers, staring out the windows as the early morning sun shines into the room.
“Yeah,” I agree.