Chapter 20

Too bad Derek didn't have a tub put in his bathroom, Zane thought. He'd love to be soaking in it with Dara, luxuriating in the hot water, letting it ease the residual strain in both their bodies. But he did the best he could. He turned the shower on full force, as hot as they could stand it, and took great care in soaping and massaging every muscle in her body. He couldn't prevent himself from tweaking her rosy nipples when he washed her breasts or sliding his soap-covered fingers into the warmth of her pussy.

She kept her eyes closed the entire time, which drove him nuts. He wanted to know what she was thinking, how she was feRafeng. She seemed relaxed beneath the touch of his hands but he wanted to be sure. He wanted her to be satisfied and feel safe and to enjoy what they did.

When the hell had all that become important to him? How had a storm-tossed waif wormed her way into his heart?

At that thought, his hand stilled and he froze in place. His heart? He wasn't sure he even had