door preceded Bane’s entrance by only a breath, and he swept the curtain back with one arm, gaze pinning her against the wall. She shook, unsure if it was fear—that can’t be right, because I have nothing to fear from Bane—desire, or some wild combination of both. His gaze dropped to where her fingers lingered, and when he raised his eyes again, they were dark, pupils wide as he licked his lips.
“You’re too sore to go again, baby.” He reminded her of something they’d both learned this morning. “I don’t want it to hurt to ride the bike.”
She let her head thump against the shower, the weight of her wet hair trailing down her back. “I don’t want it to hurt, either.”
“Imma gonna kiss it, make it better.” The husk in his voice was addictive, a tone he got when he couldn’t get enough of her body. When he wanted more.
When she opened her eyes, it was to see him sliding his vest from his shoulders. After tossing it in a heap on the counter behind him, he dropped to his knees next to the edge of the tub and reached out. A hand on either hip yanked her forwards, the narrow strip of fiberglass the only reason she didn’t fall. With her shoulders wedged against the wall and feet braced along the inside of the tub, her body made an arched bridge, pelvis thrust lewdly towards him.
“Bane.” She tried to reach out, but removing her palm from the wall threatened to have her sliding, so she slapped her hand back into place. Myrt could do nothing in reciprocation, no touch, nothing to urge him on, couldn’t find the cock she knew had to be hard and help stroke him to completion.
He used his teeth against the curve of one hip, then centered his mouth over her core and lapped at her, back to front, again and again. He held her steady with his strength and went deeper, driving his tongue into her, offering a tantalizing promise of fullness. Then Bane focused his attention on her clit and proceeded to drive her wild until all she could do was call out to him in pleasure.
When she came, it was as if a volcano had erupted inside her, muscles tensing as the erotic thrill swept up her torso until it heated her cheeks. Her legs shook and trembled and she nearly lost the strength to keep herself in the bridge position, only the grip of his hands saving her again.
He urged her upright as the water cut off; then a towel wrapped around her right before she floated into the air, drifting back through the room to the bed. He lay down beside her and Myrt snuggled close, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, where she’d get the most direct hit of his scent.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, pillows soaking up the wetness from her hair, but his stomach eventually made itself known, a long rumble emitting from his middle. He chuckled and she laughed, then rolled her neck to look at him as he propped himself up on one arm.
“Hi.” She didn’t care if her greeting sounded as shy as she felt in this moment, unconcerned about hiding anything from him. He’d already proven he’d take her as she was, flaws and all, and being shy while covered in a towel while he was still fully clothed was simply part of her.
“Hey, baby.” Bane bent and brushed his lips across hers in a gentle kiss. “Why don’t you go finish getting ready. I can get us checked out of the room, and by the time you’re done, we’ll be ready to roll.”
“Can we still go to the diner for breakfast?” She let her gaze roam his face, still shocked that this man—this gorgeous and kind, dangerous man—was hers.
“My baby wants cake, we’ll get some cake.” He ran a finger down her forehead and along the bridge of her nose, bumping across her lips. “How’s the tummy today?”
She shrugged. The morning sickness had been hit or miss over the past week, where before it had been consistently troubling for a while. “Maybe I’m past the worst of it.” She took in a breath, noting how his gaze immediately fell to where her breasts were hidden behind the terrycloth. “I’m definitely hungry this morning.”
“We’ll take it as it comes.” He booped her nose and rolled to the edge of the bed, standing with a hand out.