Page 83 of Burn the World Down

Spent, I fell forward, slapping my palms to the rug to stop from crushing her.

I felt drained. As though my soul had been ripped from me.

Then, Georgie smiled up at me. Sweet and flushed. As I watched, she ran her hand through my come, across her breasts, rubbing it on her skin.

“My sexy Georgie.” I lowered my head and took her mouth. It was a lazy kiss. We were both sweaty and sticky. When I pulled back, I saw her eyelids flicker closed. She was tired.

I scooped her up off the floor and headed for my bedroom. “Shower, then bed.”

She made a cute humming noise, then buried her face in my neck.

My cock, which should’ve been done, twitched.

In the bathroom, I turned the shower on and set her down inside. Soon, we were both in the steam-fogged stall under the fall of warm water. I squeezed shower gel onto my hand, then smoothed it over her body. She leaned into me. I stroked her shoulders, breasts, and belly. All the good food and proteinshakes I’d been putting in front of her for the last week were already filling her out. God, I loved touching her.

Her hands wandered over my body. Her fingers brushed over an old bullet wound on my back. She slipped behind me and I felt the brush of her lips on my back.

Fuck, she undid me.

I tugged her back in front of me. Next, I poured some shampoo in my palm and worked it into her hair. I took my time massaging her scalp.

I loved taking care of her. For a long time, I’d believed being an assassin for my country was my calling.

I knew I’d been wrong. At the end, that work had taken too much from me. I’d gotten out before it had destroyed me. But here, looking after Georgie, I thought maybe I’d found my true calling.

To protect her, care for her, give her everything she deserved.

I washed the last of the suds away from her hair. She smiled up at me and I kissed her, slowly and deeply.

Then I lifted her again and carried her to bed.

“Nash, we’re wet.”

“I don’t care.” I laid her down on the covers. “I want you in my bed.”

“I’ve been sleeping here for days.”

I lowered my body to hers. “I want you in my bed,withme.” I smiled. “I want you screaming my name again.”

“I did not scream it.”

“Did too.”

She poked her tongue out at me.

She was already so much happier than she had been when I’d first found her in that dirty alley. I kissed her again. Then I let my lips drift across her nose, her cheek. “I love your freckles. Loved them when you were seventeen, love them now.”

My mouth brushed her jaw. I bit her ear and she gasped.

“This time, I’m going slow,” I murmured. “I’m taking my time.”

She shivered, her hazel eyes glowing.

“I’m going to worship every inch of you. Then you’ll fall asleep with me still inside you. Knowing nothing and no one will disturb your sleep.”

“Nash.” Her voice was filled with warmth, wonder.

I shifted, letting my mouth travel down her neck, to the swell of her breasts.