Dead of Winter (Battle of the Bulls Book 2) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The shower wasn’t warming up.

Cold water splashed across her open palm as Raven checked it for the tenth time. Cold showers weren’t her favorite, but her skin was speckled with mud and grit and her hair was drying in a dirty mat on her head, so a cold shower it would be.

Dead knocked. “We can do a laundromat date tonight when we stop if you want.”

She smiled and snuggled the towel a little tighter around her, then pulled the door open.

He was leaning against the door frame, both arms locked on either side. His vibrant blue eyes dragged down her fuzzy white towel to her mud-splattered legs and back up.

“I’ve never had a laundromat date before.”

“A virgin.” He straightened up. “I accept the pressure of popping your cherry. I’ll do the LD justice.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, tested the water again.

He frowned at the shower. “Is it not heating up?”

“I think it’s broken.”

“Let me check the water heater. Hang on.” Dead disappeared for a minute and then reappeared in the doorway again. “Two minutes, and it should be heating up now.”

“Oh, my goodness, yay. Nothing sounds better than a warm shower to get this gunk out of my hair.” She raised a crusted mud dread up into the air. “I like to seduce you by showing you my worst and then dressing up for you later. I like to set the bar very low, and then when you have zero expectations, I dazzle you and brush my hair. I’m breaking you in.”

“Mmmm,” he rumbled, filling up the entire bathroom. He slipped his hands to her waist and gripped the towel. “How about we skip the dressing up later. Maybe I like you just like this.”

His eyes were full of such honesty, the self-deprecating jokes fell from her lips. “Really?”

His smile was crooked under that beard of his. Crooked and handsome and genuine. She loved his smile. He gifted them to her so easily.

He cupped her neck and ran his thumb gently under her eye. “I like that you can get dirty without complaining. That you can loosen up and have fun. It’s sexy.”

Raven slid her hand down his forearm to his wrist and squeezed. She didn’t want him to pull away.

He eased her back until she was pressed against the edge of the sink, right by the shower. Slowly, he pulled her towel away from her and tossed it behind him. With the back of his forefinger, he drew a line along her collarbone and then down, down to trace her breast. Raven let off a trembling sigh and a small shiver at how good it felt to be touched.

His hand was strong as he cupped her tit, massaged, then melted her completely when he massaged the other. His fingertips trailed fire where he explored. Streaks of warmth down her ribs to the curve of her waist to her hips. Dead looked at her skin like he was memorizing it. Memorizing every curve, slope, indentation. Every freckle. Every tattoo.

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