Don't Say a Word

Seven

Nicholas carried Nicolette into his cabin to find Amber sitting on the couch with her laptop. She glanced up over the glow of the screen to him. "Well?" Nicholas glared at her a moment before stepping further into the room.

"Take the night off." Amber waited to roll her eyes after she closed the computer screen. Walking past him and out the door."Actually, I'll be at my place when you're ready to work." He shut the door behind her.

He leaned against the door looking down at the woman in his arms. Blood splattered clothes, arm draped loosely over his shoulder. Her hair still pulled away from her completely flawless face. He watched her sleep peacefully for what seemed like forever, but was just a few moments. Carrying her to the couch he lowered her gently, placing a pillow under her head.

He left her to draw a bath. Returning a few minutes later he knelt before her. He removed her shoes, setting them aside. Gently, without waking her slipped off her shirt, absently folding it and placing it on the arm of the couch. His gaze trailing along her body, the curve of her neck, the temptation to taste her. His fingers worked her pants from her as his gaze slowly trailed along her breasts watching the rise and fall of her breathing. He folded her pants and placed them with her shirt.

Even now he could not allow himself to relax and enjoy the moment. Even if it was a stolen moment that she would be far from willing to allow him to have. He slipped his fingers along her ribs to her back, a gentle flick of his fingers and he pulled back taking her bra with him. Debating removing her panties he decided against it, he removed his shirt and folded it next to her clothes, simply scooping her now naked form in his arms.

He carried her into his bathroom. The bathroom was the most rustic modern room in his home. It wasn't uncommon for him to come home covered in blood, from hunting or fighting with his pack against those who broke the laws. The floors were large tiles, each slit between the tiles drained allowing the entire area to be a shower. A large cream tub sat in the middle of the room, with a shower head on each side of it against the wall. He didn't think he'd ever use all of this at one time, but it had its usefulness when he had company.

He knelt lowering her small form into the waiting warm water, vanilla rushing up to his senses, the water rising to just above her nipples as he laid her back against the tub. He pulled a stool behind the end of the tub. His fingers gently releasing her bun allowing her red hair to flow down into his lap. He reached back, pulling the shower head down allowing it to hang as the water warmed. He'd placed her shampoo and conditioner he'd purchased beside the tub.

He tested the water and gently rinsed her hair, allowing the dried blood to soften, loose dirt to fall away. Then lathering her hair with moisturizing coconut shampoo. His strong fingers massaging her temples, along her neck, gently working the shampoo into her tangled hair. He smiled as she leaned her head against his massaging hands unconsciously. He used the shower head to rinse the shampoo from her hair, gently working the tangles from her hair as he rinsed it, careful not to allow the water to fall into her face. Then working the matching coconut conditioner into her hair, allowing it to set in her hair for a moment while his conditioned hands worked at the tension in her neck.

He couldn't help but stare down along her body. She was perfect in every way. From the ample curve of her breasts to her firm stomach. Even now as she rest he could see the definition of her abs, the small curve of her hip bone, she had not a single mark on her perfectly alabaster skin. No freckles or moles, no birthmark that he had found. Her thighs rest together, her knees turned to rest on the wall of the tub. He wanted to run his hands along those legs, he wanted her to want him to. Why? Was it because she didn't want him? Because she was so reserved, so unobtainable, possibly a little stubborn?