"What about your family? You never talk about them."
He shifted and picked up her arm, washing the length. "I grew up in foster care."
"Alone?"
His chest tightened. "With my sister."
"Does she live in Montana?"
He shook his head, focusing on the plumpness of her breasts above the water. "She's dead."
Josie captured his hand and squeezed. He expected more questions, and she only gave him silent consoling, which he appreciated. Talking about the past, hell, thinking about the past brought out demons he wanted to keep at bay.
He'd promised not to drink or numb himself with drugs, and he couldn't afford to fuck up. He needed to keep his head, wait for an opening that would allow him to get on the reservation and take out Shaw. If he stayed focused, he could remain sober. He had to if he wanted to keep Josie.
She was a strong woman, and no matter how much she cared about him, she wouldn't settle for a man who relied on something else before her to get through life.
To distract her from diving into his past, he took the washcloth and dipped his hand under the water, between her legs. She shivered and slid her upper body deeper into the water.
Quickly dropping the rag, he used his hand to explore her pussy. The water gave him no resistance. She only welcomed his touch.
Her pussy was the softest thing he'd ever touched. Bare of hair, she hid nothing from him.
His cock hardened. With one hand between her legs, he cupped the back of her head with his other hand. A perfect blend of strong and vulnerable, she gave him free access when it came to her body.
Her breasts bobbed in the water. Every few seconds, her nipples peaked through the bubbles. He damned the soap for spoiling what he wanted in his mouth."
"That feels so good," she whispered, breathing heavier.
She brought him to his knees beside the tub. He captured her open mouth. His thumb slid into her pussy, and he swallowed her moan.
Rubbing the heel of his palm against her clit, he fed her arousal and pacified himself with her tongue until he could sink himself inside of her.
Josie grabbed the edges of the tub, arching into his hand. His balls tightened. The warmth in the room suffocated him. He wanted more of her. The urgency to be inside of her that constantly validated his need for her, thrummed in his veins.
Finding her had turned into sweet torture. He fought with himself until he swung the other way, knowing he couldn't let her walk away from him.
He needed to make her world safe for her. Nobody had ever given that to her. Not her dad. Not her people.
He would be the one who gave her life. As long as she was with him.
He was doing it for her.
But somewhere, in the back of his head, in a hidden area he never shared with anyone, he was doing it for himself.
He hadn't saved his sister, and he wanted to succeed for Josie.
Whatever needed done, he'd do it.
She sucked on his tongue, gasped, and went back to kissing him. The irregular rhythm of his heart pounded in his chest.
He circled her clit, concentrating on only heightening her pleasure.
She pulled her mouth away and panted. He pressed his cheek against the side of her head.
"You like that." He kept moving his middle finger, around and around. "Show me how much you want my cock."
She moaned as her thighs softly clamped onto his wrist and then let go as she thrust her hips up off the bottom of the tub.
She rode his hand. Slow, beautiful, and sexy. Fuck, he loved her.
No one understood him or accepted him the way she had. He found himself wanting to be a better man for her.
As her breath quickened, he held on to her head, feeling the second the orgasm rippled through her body, causing the water to slosh at the sides of the tub.
He pulled away from her before she could catch her breath. She blinked up at him, confused. His chest swelled, and he reached behind him.
It wasn't going to be pretty. He wasn't in the mood for soft and slow.
Chapter 24
Josie
Paco stripped off his jeans. It barely registered with her that he'd put on a condom when he picked her up and set her on her feet in the tub of water. She grabbed onto him, unsure if her weak legs would hold her upright. The warm water. The orgasm. The attention. Everything