Beauty and the Biker by Brittany Anne

Author:Brittany Anne
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Gunner lounged in his tub of hot water and sweet smelling oils, courtesy of his wife. While he’d moaned and groaned at first, he found himself enjoying the soak. The whole room smelled like her.

​She walked in holding a washcloth and knelt beside the bathtub, dipping the cloth into the water and then wringing it out. She gently patted it against the cut on his bicep.

​“The thing’s nearly closed, you don’t have to keep cleaning it.” He’d had far worse injuries that he ignored completely. Nothing bad ever happened.

​“I’d rather clean it for no reason than ignore it and have you get infected.” She continued to pat away at the cut.

​The corners of his mouth pulled into a wide smile. “You just like to see me shirtless.”

​Her eyes caught his and crinkled with laughter. “Oh, shush.”

​Gunner laughed. It wasn’t a denial. “Caretaker to your core, huh? Me, your dad. You just can’t help yourself.”

​Her smile faded as she stared at his arm. “My dad wasn’t always like that, Gunner. He just… things have been difficult for him.”

​He’d heard the stories. Husband and father turned druggie. It happened all too often. Didn’t make it suck any less. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

​“Definitely not,” she said quickly.

Gunner stared at the water and thought of what to say next, not wanting to scare her off with the serious conversation. “It’s a little ridiculous that you’re making me wear a bathing suit in my own apartment.”

​She simply shook her head. “If I’m in here, the suit stays on.” The light returned to her eyes, and he knew she’d come back to him. To that moment.

​She hung the washcloth over the edge of the tub, and he took her hand in his. “Is that so?”

​She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes.” Her other hand rested on his bicep, gently tracing over the lines of his tattoo. She quickly grabbed the cloth again, squeezing soap into it. “You need to stop distracting me.”

​His smile couldn’t have gotten much wider. “Oh really?”

​She shook her head and bit her lip, dipping the cloth into the water and gently washing his chest, his collarbones. His arms. Her hands left a trail of heat everywhere they went.

​She put aside the cloth and dipped her hands into the water, forming them into a cup and bringing the water to the spots she’d just washed. Her skin on his was a spark that could start a wildfire.

​Her hands lingered on his chest, and Gunner knew that she felt it, too.

​She met his eyes, then quickly pulled away. Not before he saw the lust that was there. He grabbed her hand.

​“I don’t know how much longer I can resist you, Isabella. Not with you touching me like that.”

​She seemed to swallow hard, then shook her head. “Gunner.” Her voice was husky. “We can’t do this.”

​Gunner pulled her hand to his chest, his abs. She didn’t pull away from him. “So you’re saying you have absolutely no desire for this?”

​He watched as Isabella’s chest rose and fell more quickly.

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