“What are you doing?” she asked dully.
He watched her with some worry. She was clearly in shock.
“Running you a bath.”
“No.” She grabbed his arm as he leaned over to turn on the taps. “I want to shower. With you.”
Reagan needed to feel him against her. To have him close. She was still reeling, thoughts running through her head, like a hamster on a wheel, never getting anywhere. She’d never suspected that anyone at Club Decadence might be doing this to her. But truthfully, that wasn’t the only reason she felt so upset.
A gloomy fog had settled around her. She’d just realized her time with Tiny was coming to an end.
She was safe. His job was over.
He’d told her that she was his, but what did that mean? Was she only his while he’d been guarding her? They’d been so focused on the now, that they’d never spoken of what would happen later.
What was she going to do without him?
“Hey, it’s over.” He cupped her cheeks, running his thumb over her lips. “You’re safe.”
“I’ve always felt safe with you around.” She wasn’t going to ask him about what happened next. Not tonight. Tonight, was just for them.
She knelt before him. She was still dressed in her corset and skirt. Tiny had given her his jacket to wear for the ride home, but she’d left it in the living room.
“Can we play tonight, Sir?” she asked softly, staring up at him pleadingly.
“Baby, you’ve had a shock. You’re not up—”
“I am, Sir. Sorry to interrupt you. But I need this. Please.” She could feel the tears welling. She knew she’d cry if he turned her down. And she didn’t want to start crying because she had a feeling she was going to find it nearly impossible to stop. She didn’t know how to deal with all the thoughts and feelings running through her.
It was too much. She was going to explode.
“All right.” Tiny placed his hand on her head, and she instantly felt calmer. “We’ll play.”
She smiled up at him, but he didn’t smile back. His gaze was intense. Hungry.
“Stand and strip. We’re having that shower.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She stood and pulled down her skirt. Tiny focused on her miniscule G-string.
“Jesus,” he muttered as she pulled the G-string down slowly.
She turned, smiling slightly. “Would you help me with my corset, Sir?”
He felt like a bumbling giant, his hands rough and clumsy, but he managed to loosen her corset enough for her to slip out of it.
When she turned, he stared, taking her in. She was perfection, and he wanted to savor every moment with her.
It hadn’t escaped him that she no longer had need of a bodyguard, not once Maddy was in custody. He wondered how she felt about having a boyfriend. For real. The logistics were a bit messy. They lived in separate cities. They both had jobs they loved.
But he wasn’t going to let a few details get in the way. As long as she was willing to make things work.
“Strip me,” he commanded, aware of how rough his voice sounded. He grimaced. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears. But she didn’t appear worried. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up. He helped her get it over his head. She took a moment, just staring at him.
“May I touch you, Sir?” she asked.
“Soon.”