“Troy…”
“It’s all I can do to keep my hands off you, Kiana. When I was in that cult, all I could think about was you. When, for a split second, I didn’t think I was going to get out, I was grateful that I’d experienced your love.”
I hated that tears pricked my eyes. “I’m here right now, Troy. Just talk to me.”
Instead, he dipped his head and kissed me. As I slid my arms around his neck, his hands went to my pants. His lips went down my neck, and even lower, as he knelt down in front of me and pulled my pants down the rest of the way.
“No panties,” he murmured as he kissed the inside of my thighs. “That’s my girl.”
His blood mixed with the water in the shower and swirled down the drain, but he didn’t even seem to feel it as he nudged my legs open wider. “I miss you, baby.”
“I’m right
