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Standing, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the tile-lined shower in my suite. We're both still damp from the downpour tonight, and it's cold. I turn on the blast until the water warms, and step inside with her, holding her against my chest under the spray.
The only encouragement I have is her small hands holding my back so tightly. She's holding my shoulder blades as if they're the only things keeping her together. Her face is at my collarbone,and I stroke the back of her long dark hair as the warm water beats down on us.
"It doesn't matter," I murmur, soothing her. "I will save you."
Her whole body relaxes in my arms, and I feel my own muscles start to relax. This night was terrifying and stressful and shocking and ultimately healing. Melissa and I are here together.We have no secrets anymore.
I reach forward to shut off the water. She doesn't speak. She only watches as I step out of the glass-encased shower and grab a towel. Holding out my hand, I only wait a half-second beforeshe puts hers in mine. It's all I need to know.
Buffing her body with the plush towel, I drop it on the floor and carry her to my large bed. We've made love, but now we need to rest. In the morning we'll sort out what all of this means.
For now, I'll hold her beautiful body next to mine to sleep.
About the Author
From Readers' Choice nominations, to winning Favorite Erotica Author and the "Lady Boner Award" (HOLLA!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving love stories about smart ladies and their naughty alpha males.
A former journalist, Louise lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one grumpy cat.
Keep up with her at AuthorTiaLouise.com.