She tugged his shirt over his head. Acres of muscles. Angry ink. Everything she shouldn’t want. “I won’t. Not ever.”
Her fingers slid down to his jeans and Damien reached for her. While she tugged on his button, he yanked down her pants. They fell to the floor and his hands wrapped around her waist.
“I can’t stop myself when I’m with you.” His words seared her cheek as he leaned close. His lips torched her neck as he ran them up and down.
Mia shoved his pants down and his cock bobbed in the humid air. Yes. It was what she needed. Craved. Sex didn’t heal or change people, but it could help Mia forget. She could lose herself in Damien’s rock hard body and be free.
Her underwear disappeared and before she knew it, Damien had lifted her into the shower. The warm water sloughed the dirt from her skin and the blood from his. It all mixed together as it ran down their bodies and Mia came clean.
Damien’s hands ran over her skin, soap in one, heat in the other. He lathered her all over, covering every inch of her body in bubbles as his fingers turned her on. Mia closed her eyes as he turned her around.
The water washed over her and she imagined them together in another life. A small town on the coast with a little beach bungalow and not a care in the world. A little brown haired girl running through the sandy grass, Damien scooping her up in his arms.
She ducked her head in the water to hide her tears. It was a life they could never have. One Damien probably never wanted. Did killers even have daydreams? Did they ever think of the future?
He squeezed shampoo into her hair and worked it through the tangles before turning her around. The water ran over her and Mia pushed the cruel visions aside.
She didn’t need to think about a fairytale. Damien was right there with her. His body would be enough. It would have to be.
Mia sunk to her knees.
He tried to pull her up. “No.”
“I want to.” She reached for his cock, thick and ready for her. Her lips slipped over the velvet skin and Mia closed her eyes.
She’d been helpless since the minute Damien walked into her life. He’d made all the decisions. Directed her every move. It was her turn now. She needed to take back some control. Take back some of her power.
He could make her cry out in bliss, but she could bring him to his knees. With one hand stroking his shaft, Mia leaned close, taking more and more of his cock inside her mouth.
Hmm. The feel of his thick shaft filling her up, his control brought right to the edge and back again, it made her feel alive. Damien’s thighs tensed, his hands gripped the tile wall, and he groaned as she picked up speed. This was more than sex. This was power. Control. Freedom.
His balls were hot as she ran her hands around them. She rolled the heavy sac between her fingers as she slid down his shaft. The water ran over her face and poured down Damien’s body but she didn’t stop.
She couldn’t stop. Over and over she lapped at his head before sliding down to take him deep. Her fingers stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach and in no time, Damien groaned above her.
His hips jerked, his shaft hardened even more and Mia swallowed as the first wave of his release hit the back of her throat. God, she’d needed this.
Damien might be a stone cold killer, but she could still wreck him. His hands slipped under her arms and he hauled her up like she weighed nothing.
Lips crashed into hers and Damien’s tongue thrust into her mouth. Mia’s whole body clenched in anticipation. She wanted him to wreck her. Drive her right over the cliff and into oblivion.
They would run out of hot water before Mia ever had enough.
12
DAMIEN
Fuck. He growled into her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His words came out harsh and thick, but he couldn’t hold back.
All that silky, soft skin. Flushed cheeks. Lips she used so well. He pushed her hair off her face and captured her mouth again.
Mia did something to him no other woman had. She made him human.
It was a million kinds of wrong. He never should have touched her. Never should have taken her out of her father’s house and turned her whole world upside down. But there was no going back.
He couldn’t undo the damage. All he could do was drown in it.
The water ran over his hands as he traced circles up and down her slick skin. The cheap motel lighting showcased every bruise and scrape on her body. Every place she’d fought him and that bastard Rocco. Every punch and kick and scream.
Mia didn’t know how strong she really was. She might be terrified, but through it all, she’d kept fighting. When she broke down in the other room…when she’d cried and trembled and looked up at him with those big chocolate eyes full of fear…