Free Sanctuary by Eden Bradley Page A

question now was, could he handle it? Could he take her to Sanctuary, knowing what it could mean to them both?
    Devin expected to wake up alone. She kept perfectly still, not daring to open her eyes, wanting to stay in that dream place where she imagined he had stayed with her. So real. So real she could almost smell him, feel the heat of his body.
    With a sigh she opened her eyes and found him watching her, his hazel gaze dark and intense on her face.
    â€œShaye.”
    â€œGood morning, little one.”
    Ah, so nice, that nickname.
    Made her melt all over.
    â€œGood morning.”
    He smiled. “You sound surprised.”
    â€œI am. I didn’t think you’d be here.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye. And there’s something I want to talk with you about, once you’ve had a chance to really wake up.”
    â€œMmm…impossible without coffee, and I don’t keep it in the house. I go down to the Marina every morning and buy it there.”
    â€œUp with you then. We’re getting showered and dressed. You have fifteen minutes.”
    Why did she love it when he told her what they were going to do, rather than asking her? Wasn’t that strange for a woman like herself? She’d been running her own life—and her mother’s—since she was ten years old. But she sat up and watched him get out of bed, stark naked and as gorgeously put together as any piece of classic statuary—the sleek, muscled lines of his back, his ass strong and perfect. His semi-hard cock. Spectacular. She smiled as she got up and followed him, naked herself, into the bathroom.
    He was already turning the hot water on in the shower. He stepped in and pulled her with him, moving her right into him beneath the warm spray.
    She’d always had a thing about water. It seemed an erotic thing to her. And to be standing there with him, the smooth, wet heat falling all around them, was almost too much for her. Her legs shook with need, her sex pulsing with desire the moment he touched her. She looked up at him, at the droplets clinging to his lashes. His eyes were as dark and unreadable as ever, but his mouth seemed just a little bit softer. She stretched up on her toes and kissed him.
    His mouth was every bit as soft as it looked and a hundred times sweeter. He didn’t open to her right away, just kissed her lips over and over until she thought she would drown in her need for him.
    He grabbed the soap and slid it over her skin: her back, her shoulders, her stomach and finally her breasts. Her nipples peaked so hard they hurt. And as he slipped his soapy hands over her body she felt utterly cared for in a way that was entirely new to her.
    They didn’t speak. This was a moment of simply being together under the hot spray, the white noise of falling water all around them, embraced by the wisps of steam. A sweet moment, thoroughly sensual.
    â€œShaye…please…” she begged finally. Had to.
    He whispered in her ear, “Yes, I know what you need. Here, turn around.”
    With his hands on her waist he helped her turn so her back was to him, pressed up against the front of his body. His cock was hard as steel against the small of her back. She opened her legs without even thinking about it.
    He reached around her, her body still crushed against his. As his arm slipped over the soapy surface of her skin, she noticed again the small tattoo on the inside of his wrist. She grasped his arm, pulling it closer so she could really look at it. She ran her fingers over the design.
    â€œTell me what it means, Shaye.”
    His voice was low and smoky in her ear. “It’s the Chinese symbol for power.”
    His answer hit her hard. It made perfect sense. This man radiated power. But she didn’t have time to think about it before he slipped his hand between her thighs. He pressed two fingers right into her and her pussy clenched with a sublime