Lawless

Chapter FortySeven

I wake to a grunt from Sage as something is placed on the bedside table beside me. The click of the bedroom door closing shut echoes shortly after.

Hands run through my hair as I open my eyes. Sage lies besides me, one hand in my hair and the other playing with his bandaged chest, his eyes focused intently on it.

"Don't play with it" I whisper to him, not wanting to lose the silence of the room. The lamp in the corner is the only lighting in the room, casting an orange glow.

He turns to me and continues playing with the bandage, looking me in the eye, daring me to argue with him. I ignore it and pull my eyes away, not giving him the reaction he wants.

Besides me sits a plate of hot food; my stomach rumbles just from the smell. I grab it and dig in immediately. Sage watches me eat while his empty plate sits on his own bedside table, having eaten while I slept.

The food is gone in no time, my stomach full as I sit back against the headboard, my hands on my stomach.

Sage lies on the pillow before sitting up, making the bed wobble as he grabs his chest from the strain. I expect him to put his boots on and go down to Serge's office but instead he stands and rounds the bed, holding his hand out to me.

It takes me a second to clear the confusion and grab his hand. He pulls me into a sitting position and off the bed.

"Where are we going?" I ask in a hush, the wind from outside banging against the windows. He leads me in the direction of the bathroom, turning on the low light, making the bathroom only bright enough to make out the shadows of the basin and the shower.

He turns on the shower, steam filling the bathroom within seconds before he turns to me and grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head. I raise my arms to help him out.

He throws the dress into the corner, not taking his eyes off me for a second as my nudity becomes visible. His eyes take in my naked breast before traveling down to the lace underwear I was made to wear and then to the bandage on my thigh.

He leans forward and wraps his hand around the lace, ripping it off my body. I gasp at the slight burn on my skin from the tightness before it broke.

I stumble a step into Sage at the force, my hands raising to his bare chest to steady myself as the limp in my leg makes it hard.

Sage grabs my hands, pulling them from his chest and directing me into the shower and under the hot water.

I don't care that I'm getting my bandage wet; the water is so good that goose bumps rise along my skin, not from the cold.

I watch through the water and the steam covered glass panes as Sage's pants hit the floor, the knife in his pants falling out and onto the floor, making a clatter.

Sage steps into the shower behind me, his chest warming my back as we both stand under the showerhead.

I step forward and turn around, the showerhead between us. I watch as Sage runs his hands through his hair, the water clinging to his curls.

His own bandage around his chest is soaked within seconds. My eyes drift downwards without a second thought, the feeling from earlier coming back between my legs.

I pull my gaze away when Sage's lower stomach flexes, my eyes traveling back to his. His eyes turn dark and simmering.

I step up to him, my hands going to his shoulders as I rise on my toes. Our eyes meet, millimetres apart, his breath and mine mixing in the small area that separates our mouths.

Sage keeps his hands to himself as I inch closer. His expression turns dark as my body heats up, my nipples hardening against his chest.

Our lips brush against each other as we breathe. I wait for Sage to make the next move but he seems determined to not be the first one to give in.