Page 94 of Rescuing Mia
She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I’m okay,” she whispers, but there’s a tremor in her voice. “Just… Just tired.”
I pull her into my arms, holding her close. “I know, baby. I know. But you’re safe now. I promise.”
We stay like that for a long moment, just breathing each other in. Then, reluctantly, I pull away.
“Come on,” I say softly, handing her the bundle of clothes. “Let’s hop in that shower.”
“I’d rather not shower alone.” Mia looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Will you… Will you join me?”
“Of course. I’m not going anywhere.” My heart clenches at the quiet plea in her voice.
Together, we strip out of our wet clothes, leaving them in a sodden pile on the floor. The small bathroom is cramped, and the shower stall is barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
Keeping Skye’s warning in mind, I test the temperature before letting Mia step in.
As we step under the warm spray, the water flowing over our chilled skin, the world seems to fall away. It’s only us, the steam curling around our bodies and the heat chasing away the last of the cold.
I pull Mia close, my hands skimming over the smooth expanse of her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine. She sighs, melting into my touch, her head coming to rest on my chest. The steady thrum of her heartbeat beats against my chest.
Warm water sluices over our skin, washing away the salt, the sweat, and the fear. There’s scarcely space to move.
Not that we care.
We’re just bodies, heat, hands, and lips.
I pull Mia close, reveling in the feel of her against me, the way her curves fit perfectly against the planes of my body. My hands trace the contours of her back, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips—not to arouse but to memorize, to cherish.
We stay like that for a long time, lost in the intimate moment.
My fingers tangle in her wet hair, tilting her face up to mine. I brush a tender kiss across her lips, tasting the salt of the ocean and the sweetness that is pure Mia.
She sighs into my touch, her own hands skimming over my chest and my shoulders, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her lips find mine, soft and sweet, a balm to my battered soul. I lose myself in her kiss, in the taste of her.
The scent of her.
The feel of her.
She responds eagerly, her mouth moving against mine with apassion that steals my breath. Her hands slide up my chest, curling around my neck, pulling me closer. I groan, the sound muffled by the falling water as our bodies align, skin against skin.
Without hesitation, I deepen the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers as my hands explore her curves. One hand snakes down her spine, tracing every vertebra until it reaches the small of her back, where it meets the swell of her ass. The other cups her face, fingers tangling in her wet hair, pulling it free from her face as I tilt for a better angle.
Her lips part slightly under mine, inviting me in further and I take the invitation without hesitation. Our tongues twist and tangle, exploring each other’s mouths as if we’ve been craving this moment for several lifetimes.
Against the slick tile wall of the shower, my cock hardens, lengthening and thickening from the heat and closeness of her body pressing against me. My right hand slides down to her hip, over the supple curve, and down to her thigh, then up along the inner one.
She gasps into my mouth as I brush against the sensitive folds between her legs, tracing circles around her clit.
Her hips buck against the touch, grinding against my hand as if seeking more. I oblige, slipping first one finger and then another inside her, stroking her walls and exploring every inch of heaven that I find within.
She cries out into my mouth, the sound muffled by the kiss but no less potent. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she arches into my touch, begging for release with her body language alone.
Together, we create a symphony of sounds that fill the small space—the slick splash of water hitting flesh, the sighs and moans that escape our lips as we lose ourselves in this moment.
The scent of her arousal mingles with the soap from our bodies, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma that ignites my senses even more.
As my tongue explores every inch of her mouth, my fingers continue to work their magic on her clit, circling faster and harder until she’s panting and mewling against me. Her neck arches andher eyes roll back in pleasure as she gasps for breath between our kisses.
While I pleasure her with one hand, my other hand slides up her flat stomach, tracing the ripples of muscle and the dip in her lower abdomen as it approaches her breast.