Page 179 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

At that, a smile forms on her features, even though it’s faint. “To his detriment.”

I kiss her lightly. “And to our benefit.”

With a tired smile, she turns around, and I unzip her dress. It falls to the floor, and I take in Wren’s mostly naked body.

“I was right,” I muse as I lean against the closed door.

“What?”

“The dress. It looks much better on the floor.”

Wren rolls her eyes, but it doesn’t hide her pleased smile. “Are you joining me?”

“Do you mind?”

She begins unbuttoning my shirt. “I’d prefer it.”

I empty my pockets, setting everything on the counter before pulling the rest of my clothes off. I was hoping she’d agree. If I don’t wash Ludo off me, my skin will be crawling all night.

The water is blissfully hot, and it warms up the small room quickly. We take turns scrubbing ourselves clean and rinsing the soap from our bodies. Any chance Wren gets, she reaches out and touches me, even if it’s only for a second. I do the same to her.

Ever since Elliot pointed it out a few weeks ago, I’ve noticed that I’ve been able to handle touch more often than not. There are still times when I can’t, and I thought for sure tonight would be one of them, but I guess I was wrong. Not only do I want the comfort that comes along with being touched, but it sends warmth through me instead of cold, hard dread.

I’ve tried, but I can’t pinpoint what exactly has made it easier for me. Maybe adding Wren into our relationship forced me to confront things I was avoiding. Or it could be that we’re finally making solid progress toward putting Sammy’s killer in the ground.

Whatever it is, as I lean down and capture Wren’s mouth in a kiss, I couldn’t be more grateful. I press her into the wall of the shower, and she shudders at the coldness of the tiles against her back.

So much has happened in the past weeks—in the past months. And at every turn, Wren has accepted every part of me. Even the broken, ugly pieces of me that I thought would repulse her or scare her away.

I love you, Wren, and I promise one day I’ll tell you.

The kiss stays gentle and almost tentative until Wren slips her tongue into my mouth. I groan, grabbing onto her hips and stroking her tongue with my own.

My dick is fully hard now, pressed up against her stomach, so I know she feels it. One of her hands falls between us, and she strokes my cock lightly.

My breath catches in my throat. I’ve been craving her touch ever since I pinned her against the wall during the reception. Waiting until now has been torture.

As I groan into Wren’s mouth, I move my hips back to give her more room. She whimpers when I trace my fingers down her body until I reach between her legs. Just as I hoped, she’s wet, and not just from the shower.

Our gazes lock while I stroke her clit. So many emotions are swirling in Wren’s eyes. Her lips part, and for a second, I’m afraid she’s about to say the words I know she’s been holding back for weeks.

Maybe she sees the dread in my eyes, or maybe I just misread her, but she doesn’t say anything. She just moans and leans her head against the wall.

Relief fills me. I kiss her as I gently rub her clit, but the water quickly washes away any natural lubricant, so there’s more friction than I figure is comfortable. “I need to get you out of this damn shower.”

She reaches over and shuts it off. Water droplets form on her skin, and I watch as they run down her body. Only when her fingertips feather down my chest and stomach do I realize she’s doing the same thing to me.

With a groan, I step out of the shower and grab two towels. I dry myself off quickly, only taking my eyes off Wren when I absolutely have to. She dries herself off more thoroughly, and every movement makes my mouth water.

Gently, she pats at her hairline with her towel. She didn’t want to deal with wet hair this late at night, so she didn’t wash it, but some of it still got wet when she washed her face.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

Her smile lights up the small room, and I tug her closer and press my lips to her neck. When her head falls back and she lets out a soft moan, it only eggs me on. I take her towel and toss it onto the floor before lifting her into my arms and setting her on the counter.

Wren doesn’t wait. With one hand behind her for balance, she wraps the other around my cock and strokes.

“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart.” I curl two fingers inside of her, and a deep satisfaction comes over me as her eyelids flutter closed.