grabbing me by the wrist, a quiet yelp of fear or maybe even shock falling from her lips.
“What are you doing?” She tries to make her voice sound strong, but she can’t fool me.
“I’m helping you. I’ve already seen you mostly naked, remember? Plus, it’s not like you’re the first woman I’ve ever seen naked.” I pause briefly, realizing maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
“Look, you can’t even stand up straight, so I’m not going to let you take a shower by yourself just so you can fall and break your neck.”
She’s looks so timid and completely unsure about all of this, but she lets go off my wrists and doesn't make another move to stop me. Yet again, the way she blindly trusts me has my stomach in knots. She shouldn’t trust me. If she was smart, she’d turn around and run out of this fucking room and back to her cell. She definitely wouldn’t find comfort in my touch, that’s for sure.
Gripping the hem, I pull the shirt up her body and over her head, and she lifts her arms a little bit so I can slip it off of her the rest of the way. I try not to let my gaze linger on her creamy white skin underneath and her small perky breasts, but I can’t help it. It’s been too fucking long since I took a woman, or at least that’s what I tell myself as I continue to take in her body.
Even with her being a little too skinny for my liking, her body is undeniably beautiful, and I have the sudden urge to kiss her all over. To hear and feel her beneath me.
Fuck. No. I shake the thought away. Instead, I focus on turning the shower on. I adjust the temperature, waiting for the water to warm. The pipes squeak slightly, and once the water starts to fill the bathroom with steam, I turn toward her.
She takes an uncertain step toward the shower, and I start to peel my own clothing off. Since there is no fucking way I’m letting her shower alone, I might as well get my shower for the evening in, too. When I’m down to nothing but my boxers, I look up at her. It’s then I realize just how different we look. She’s all smooth creamy white skin, and I’m dark, with scars and tattoos.
Fear fills her gaze, and I realize that I probably should’ve told her I was going to be taking a shower with her. Gripping the edge of my boxers, I shove them down my muscled thighs.
If she’s going to be afraid then she is, but either way, we’re taking a shower.
“Take your underwear off,” I order, stepping into the shower, extending a hand to her. She stands there frozen in place for a few seconds. Frustration fills my veins. Patience isn’t something I have, not with my men, and not with anyone else in my life, but I know I have to be patient with her. At least a little bit. I give her a few more moments. I’m about to grab her and pull her in when she dips two fingers into her panties and pulls them down with shaking hands.
When she stands back up, she takes my hand and I gently tug her into the shower with me. The space is small, and suddenly, I’m aware of just how fucking bad of an idea this is.
5
Violet
He’s huge. That’s all I can think in that moment. Like huge, and I don’t just mean his penis. I mean his body overall. How is it that he can seem bigger without any clothes on? I look him up and down. His eyes are an intense gray, a color that reminds me of the sky before a storm.
He’s built, and I do mean built, like a tree standing thick and strong in the forest. A forest with tattoos. He has way more than the neck tattoo I have already seen. One arm is completely covered and the other one is half covered. There are two large ones on his chest and multiple pieces on his back. There are so many I can’t take them all in.
His hair is a dark brown, almost the color of espresso, and I can’t help but feel invaded by his body. His presence is intimidating and while I feel safe with him, I worry he may only see me as an object, rather than an actual human in this moment.