Wanted Man (Loki Fanfiction - Book #1)

Chapter Eleven

McKenna spent a long, restless night curled on the loveseat, where she dozed fitfully until the sun broke over the ocean. It splashed its rays into the room, hit her square in the face and she lay there for a long moment, just debating whether or not it was worth getting up.

"Well, you might as well," she muttered, steeling herself to sit up, which she did with only a hint of a groan. But once she was upright, she winced, rubbing her head with one hand. A headache throbbed its way through her temples, her eyes were swollen, and her nose was still stuffed up.

She set Loki's shirt aside and winced as she got to her feet and padded into the bathroom. It was bigger than her bathroom at home, but not by much, and was tiled in stone in varying shades of gray. It had only a shower stall, a glass box with the best water pressure she'd ever felt. She pulled open the door and reached in to start it and by the time she backed out of it, steam already billowed from it.

Fluffy white towels were hung over the rack, and she tossed two over the top of the glass box. Then, she pulled off her wrinkled clothes, letting them just fall in a heap on the floor and stepped into the steaming hot spray.

The hot water sank into her, alleviated the pressure inside her head, even helped clear her troubled, heavy thoughts. She lifted her face to the hot spray and reached for the shampoo bottle on the shelf. She squeezed some into her palm, the coconut scent filling the shower as she went to work shampooing her hair. The shampoo lathered thick, suds sliding down along her temples, slipping down her wet skin.

Her spine stiffened at the whoosh of the shower door opening, followed by an arm sliding about her waist and a gentle hand sweeping her hair to the side. Warm lips teased her nape and her knees threatened to buckle as Loki murmured, "This is far better than only seeing your silhouette."

"Oh my God..." she whispered, shaking her head. "I'm finally asleep and this is just a dream, right?"

"Turn and see for yourself." He eased her around to face him and when she opened her eyes, shampoo suds promptly stung them mercilessly.

Loki's laugh bounced off the glass walls as he skimmed his hands up along her cheeks, up into her hair, and the water rinsed away the last of the suds. When she was able to open her eyes, she did, and couldn't hold back the idiot's smile yanking her lips upward. Her heart rose, her spirits rose, and her eyes widened as they skimmed from his face lower.

"But you were—that is, how—oh, my..." she whispered as she drank in the sight of him before her. He absolutely was a god, from his broad shoulders and chest to his narrower waist and defined abs, to his legs with their muscled thighs and calves. She drank him in for this first good look at him and as her gaze fell lower, her eyes actually widened and her mouth went dry.

Definitely a god.

Heat filled her as her eyes swept back up and met his, and a sheepish smile lifted her lips. It faded almost as quickly, however, at the heat swirling in his green eyes. Green. His eyes changed colors? They blazed bright against the paleness of his skin, against the ebony blackness of his wet hair.

Water beaded across his skin and she had the craziest urge to lean over and lick a droplet from one of the swells of chest muscle. But then his hands came up and cradled her face, his thumbs sweeping lightly over her cheeks.

"If you wished privacy, love," he replied in an oddly thick, husky voice, "you should have locked the door whilst you bathed."

"If I recall correctly, the last time I did lock the door, and you magically picked the lock."

"I didn't really see anything that time." His hands slid along her face, his fingers threading through her soapy hair. "And that was a mistake. I should have tried harder."