Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,82

slowly lowered it, pulled out of her, and wrapped my arms around her. I turned her in my arms and she fell against my chest, laughing quietly.

“Wow,” she breathed through her giggles. “That was unexpected.”

“Really,” I drawled, relishing the hot water beating against the back of my neck. “You walk in here stark naked, drop to your knees to suck my cock, and then you're surprised when I fuck the hell outta you.”

“Basically.” She sighed and circled my waist with her arms. “I just... I don't know. Wanted you.”

“Not complaining, Addy,” I said into her wet hair. “Come—wait. Shit. I didn't bring any soap in.”

She looked back, grinned, and then screamed when the water splashed on her. She slinked out of my hold to open the door, and produced three bottles from the floor. “How do you think I knew you were coming in here to get off?”

I looked at the bottle of bodywash in her hand, then the shampoo and conditioner on the floor. At least I thought it was shampoo and conditioner. I just used normal soap everywhere. “All right, you smart fuck.”

She laughed and opened the bottle before squirting a freezing stream of gel all over my body.

“Fucking hell!” I yelled, batting at my stomach to get rid of it.

Her laughter was still so loud, so strong, so I grabbed the bottle from her and shot it right back at her. She screamed when I dropped it just as sharply and pulled her against me. I captured her mouth with mine as my hands found the soap on her sides and rubbed it over her back.

She smiled against me as I rubbed it all over her upper body. We washed each other between laughs and kisses, and when all the soap was finally washed out of her hair, she reached behind me to kill the water. I pushed the door open and we half-stumbled out, grabbing a towel each.

“Errr,” she groaned. “One towel each? What about my hair?”

“I won't complain if you walk around with a towel on your head and nothing else,” I assured her.

Really—it wouldn't be a hardship.

She glared at me, squeezed some water out of her hair into the sink, and left the bathroom.

The light of the room was glaring as I joined her in it. It was the most basic room, but enough for one night. I hoped she wouldn't care about the lack of a hairdryer or I knew we'd be stopping somewhere for a travel hairdryer. The last time I vacationed with my parents my mom was horrified about the lack of a dryer and searched three stores before finally threatening the hotel concierge.

Women were serious about their hair. That much I knew.

Thankfully, Adriana scrubbed her body, dressed in some underwear, and then rubbed her hair dry with a towel. I pulled my boxers onto my half-damp body. I couldn't be bothered with drying off—that was what the air was for—and got into the bed.

She tied off her braid with a tie and climbed in next to me. “The light's on,” she whispered, pulling the sheets up to her chin.

I shot her an annoyed look as I got out and turned it off.

“Thank you,” she said when I got back in with her. She snuggled up to my arm, so I wrapped it around her, and she laid her head on my chest. Her wet hair was a little cold against my skin, but her breath was hot as it skittered across my chest, so I didn't mind too much. It was a fair balance, I thought.

She hooked her leg over mine, and I turned into her. She smiled and rested one arm over my waist as I pulled her against me a little more.

It was nice to just hold her.

'Nice' seemed sorely inadequate.

I held her, blindly watching some midnight game show on TV, as her breathing leveled out and she fell into sleep. When her breathing had been steady for several minutes, I shuffled back a tiny bit to look at her.

She was still vulnerable. Gorgeous, but vulnerable. Breakable. Like a china doll. I wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool, despite her strong spirit. I wondered a lot if she knew what she was getting herself into by chasing after Enzio.

He was a monster unlike any she'd ever crossed.

He made me look like a saint.

She still had good memories of him. He wasn't a terrible father when she was young. He simply... changed. He became corrupted by the