Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

but I realize I’m partly to blame. After all, I never asked either. I was hiding from my life and my problems, practically pretending I wasn’t in any real danger.

I pull my hand free of his and fold my arms, hugging myself. I can’t stop thinking of those girls. How they must have felt when they were sold into slavery. I squeeze my eyes shut and draw up my knees, blocking out the world.

Davis lets me pull away, and I’m grateful. I need a few minutes. I’m still in my own world when he turns the engine off, and I don’t unfold my legs until he opens my door and reaches across to unbuckle me before lifting me into his arms and carrying me inside.

He goes straight to my bathroom, stands me on my feet, and turns on the water in the tub. After he removes the loose clothing I’m wearing, I grab his forearm and tug until he meets my gaze. “You okay, sweetie?”

I swallow. “The uh…tracking device. It’s…”

He glances up and down my naked body and lifts a brow. “Where is it?”

“It’s uh. It’s inside me.”

He flinches. “Inside you…where?”

“Inside my vagina.”

He doesn’t blink.

I can’t read his expression. I have no idea what he’s thinking. Finally, a slow smile spreads. “Clever girl.” He sets his hands on my hips. “Let’s get it out though.” He nudges my thighs apart.

“I can do it.” I reach down to swat his hands away.

He gently removes my arms, setting them at my sides, and then he reaches between my legs. When he parts my labia, I hold my breath. He hasn’t touched inside me. This will be the most intimate we’ve ever been. I don’t mind, but now I’m aroused.

He drags a finger through my folds, making me gasp as wetness gathers. “You seriously have a GPS tracker inside you?” he asks incredulously.

“It isn’t very big,” I tell him. “Smaller than a tampon. I had to make a quick decision when Lazinski forced me to change into the dress. I begged to use the bathroom and couldn’t see another option.” I swallow.

He eases a finger into me, making me purse my lips. I hadn’t expected the first time he entered me to be to fish out a fob. Luckily, it only takes him a moment and one finger to drag the small device out of me. “I’m proud of you,” he says as he strokes through my folds again.

My knees are shaking as he lifts me into the tub and pours a generous amount of bubble bath so that as the water rises, I’m completely covered.

My heart is still racing from him stroking my folds. It takes me several moments to begin to relax. But the bubble bath smells good and I finally lean back in the water and close my eyes. My hair is floating all around me, and I say nothing as Davis begins to wash me. He starts by pouring water over the back of my head and shampooing my hair.

I let him. I don’t have the energy to protest, and besides, I love it when he bathes me. It’s so soothing and I need it right now. I don’t want to be alone. I want him to stay with me. He washes my body meticulously and then kisses my forehead. “Would you like to soak for a while, sweetie?”

I look up at him. “Only if you stay.”

He smiles. “I won’t go anywhere.” He sits on the toilet seat and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I’m never going anywhere.”

We sit in silence for a while until I shiver when the water gets too chilly. “I’d like to get out now.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He releases the water and lifts me onto the rug before patting me dry like he always does. When he’s done, he does something different though. He wraps me in the towel and lifts me in his arms.

I’m not sure what he has in mind, but he carries me to his bedroom, pulls back the covers on his bed, and sets me on the mattress. After unwrapping the towel, he tucks my naked body into his bed and leans down to kiss me gently on the lips. “Will you be okay for a few moments while I shower?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He strokes his hand over my damp hair and then pads into his bathroom. He leaves the door ajar, and I listen as the water comes on. He’s quick and back at my side a few minutes later wearing nothing but flannel pants.

It shocks me when he tugs the covers back and climbs over my body, cocooning me from behind before pulling the covers over both of us.

My heart rate gradually slows down as I lie wrapped in this man’s strong arms. He strokes my arm and my hip and my cheek. After a while, he finally speaks. “I was so scared.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Sir.” It seems necessary to be reverent and respectful. I was the cause of his fear.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you out of the loop. I thought I was doing the right thing by protecting you, but I realize it wasn’t fair to you.”

“I understand. But you have to understand why I did what I did. If I hadn’t gone to Lazinski, you might not have been able to track him and that other woman could have been sold today.”

“I know you’re right, but I still died a little inside watching that fucker load you into that plane.” He stops stroking me and rolls me onto my back so he can look me in the eye. “I don’t want you to respond to this, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you so much it hurts. I won’t rush you to feel the same way. I want you to have all the time you need to explore this world I’m introducing you to before you make any decisions about your future.”

I swallow.

“You’re no longer in danger from Lazinski or his people,