Chapter 120: His Why
Chapter 120: His Why
Rebecca’s POV
I stood there frozen, my face burning with a mix of intense shyness and pure tension. My heart was pounding so loudly against my ribs that I was sure he could hear it. I couldn’t look at his fully naked body, so I kept my eyes glued strictly to the floor, my fingers clutching the edges of my towel like a lifeline.
Kaden, however, didn’t look bothered at all. He didn’t show an ounce of awkwardness. With slow, calm strides, he turned around and led the way into his luxurious bathroom.
I hesitated at the doorway, my breath catching as he turned on the shower. The steam quickly began to fill the room, making the air thick and warm. Kaden stepped right under the water, letting the spray soak his dark hair and run down his massive, muscular chest.
I stared at his huge, breathing body, completely captivated despite how hard I tried not to be. Every muscle in his shoulders and abs rippled under the water. Suddenly, he looked up and stretched his hand out toward me.
My throat went dry. For a second, I wanted to turn and run, but my feet wouldn’t listen. Trembling, I took a step forward, reached out, and placed my hand in his.
With one firm grip, Kaden pulled me straight to his chest.
I gasped loudly as my body collided with his wet, hard frame. My hands instinctively placed themselves on his chest to keep some distance, but the feeling of his hot skin against my palms made my mind spin. The shower water was pouring down on both of us now, completely soaking my towel until it clung tightly to my curves.
Kaden didn’t say a word. He just leaned back slightly, his green eyes darkening as he looked at my wet lips, and then traveled slowly down to my boobs, which were clearly outlined through the damp fabric. To my utter embarrassment, my nipples were completely hard, and he knew exactly why.
But as the seconds ticked by, I noticed something strange. He wasn’t making any attempt to touch me inappropriately or force me into anything. He was just holding me under the water.
I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of frustration and confusion hitting me. I felt stupid standing there, waiting for a strike that wasn’t coming. Before I could even think or hold myself back, the words slipped out of my mouth.
"Why have you not sent for me?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the running water.
Kaden’s lips slowly curled into a dark, confident smirk. "So... you missed me," he murmured, his deep voice dripping with satisfaction.
I instantly looked away, my cheeks flaring red. Shit. I just completely fueled his massive ego.
"Well, I haven’t," I lied quickly, trying to sound tough. "I just thought you were so desperate for a pup. I thought you would be fucking me every night."
Kaden let out a low scoff, clearly knowing I was lying through my teeth. He sighed softly, the arrogant smirk disappearing from his face as he looked down at me with an unreadable expression.
"I got your medical report three days ago from the doctor," he said quietly.
I raised a brow in surprise, looking back up at him. "My medical report?"
"Yes," Kaden continued, his hand sliding to rest gently on the side of my neck. "The doctor said you still need to recover emotionally and physically from everything. He told me that because of the gunshot wound and the trauma your body went through in the coma, your muscles are deeply stressed and weak. He warned me that any heavy physical strain could tear your healing flesh and cause internal bleeding."
He frowned, his expression tightening. "I don’t care how badly I want you. I’m not risking your life."
He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against my ear. "So... that is my why, Rebecca. I am letting you heal."
I swallowed hard, nodding my head slowly. But deep down, a completely inappropriate wave of disappointment washed over me. I actually felt let down that he wasn’t going to touch me here.
Kaden must have noticed the shift in my expression because a wicked, knowing grin spread across his face.
"If I were you, I would be saving up as much energy as I could right now," he whispered, his voice dropping into a deep, raw promise that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "Because the moment I get the go-ahead from the doctor to fuck you... trust me, Rebecca, you won’t leave my bed for days."
I knew I should feel completely afraid of a threat like that. But as I looked into his burning green eyes, I wasn’t scared at all. Instead, a spark of excitement flared deep in my stomach, and I realized that I was actually anticipating it. I wanted it.
Before I could process my own twisted feelings, Kaden’s hand suddenly slid down my back, gripping my wet ass with a firm, possessive squeeze that pulled me flush against his semi-hard length.
"Since we can’t have full sex yet," he growled playfully against my lips, "there are plenty of other things we can do."
"Like what?" I breathed out, my voice trembling as my heart leaped right into my throat.
Kaden didn’t answer me with words. Instead, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. He leaned his head down, his lips trailing a line of burning kisses straight down the side of my wet neck. The sharp friction of his stubble against my sensitive skin made me arch into his touch, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for support.
Before I could even gather my thoughts, his hand moved from my waist. With one sudden, powerful tug, Kaden yanked the soaked towel straight off my body.
The heavy cloth pulled away and hit the wet floor with a dull slap, leaving me completely naked under the pouring water.
I gasped at the sudden rush of cool air, but before I could feel exposed or shy, Kaden moved. He stepped even closer, eliminating every single inch of space left between us. He wrapped both of his strong arms around my waist and locked me tightly against him.
Our bare skin collided under the heavy stream of the shower. I felt the full weight of his massive, muscular frame pinning me gently but firmly against the smooth tile wall. And there, pressed tightly right against my thigh, was his hardened cock. It was throbbing with a wild, heavy heat, completely hard now against my bare skin.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the sheer size of him pressed against me, making my mind go entirely blank. He wasn’t going to fuck me, but the way he was holding me—the way his hard length was marking his territory against my body—told me exactly how much he was holding back.