Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 846 If it had been her, Khloe thought, she couldn't have survived. Every scar on Nick-though they now looked painless-was a testament to his desperate struggle. "Iwas... scared." Nick's voice dropped, raw and honest. "Scared I'd never see you again." The words made the tears she'd been holding back finally spill, falling into the bathwater. Nick sighed and bent forward, brushing her tears away with a soft kiss. "Don't cry." His voice was cool, but his touch was impossibly gentle, "See?

I'm here, back in front of you, perfectly fine." "Perfectly fine?" Khloe murmured, her hands roaming over him, counting the marks both old and new. "Here... here... and here. All proof." Before she could finish, he pressed his lips to hers again. Beneath the water, his body reacted. Her cheeks flushed hot, and though she tried to pull back, he held her fast. Dark tides surged in his eyes. Foam slid down their pressed- ---- together skin, rippling across the bathwater. "Keep washing." His voice was low, commanding, and strangely enticing. "Didn't you say...

you wanted to wash every inch of me?" Khloe bit her lip, pressing her hands against his sharply defined abs. His breathing grew heavier. Beneath the water, his hands began exploring her waist with restless curiosity. "Here too..." He suddenly seized her hand and guided it downward. Her fingers slipped, and the bath sponge fell into the water. "You... wash yourself," she said, flustered. "Thinking of backing out?" He leaned close, his nose brushing her jaw. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She stayed silent, continuing her task, hands moving lower.

"Khloe..." he called, voice hoarse with desire. "Mm?" she answered, feigning oblivion, still focused on scrubbing. "This spot needs extra attention." He could no longer resist. In one swift motion, he lifted her, ---- letting her straddle him. "Still washing?' he asked against her, teeth grazing her skin. "Washing." Her voice dragged out. "Not done yet..." "Then hurry." His lips pressed against her shoulder, hands lingering along her back. "Or I'll really catch a chill." She quickly turned the hot water on, rinsing the foam from both of them. Nick allowed her to take the lead obediently.

Only when she wrapped him ina towel did he speak again. "Turn around." "Hm?" "Your turn." He took the towel from her, voice calm but commanding. "I need to inspect too. We've been apart so long. | need to make sure everything that's mine... is unharmed, perfect as it was." Before she could react, he had spun her around. Feeling his gaze fall like a weight on her back, her cheeks burned red. "Nick, | don't have any scars-" He said nothing. The towel alone answered her, gliding gently ---- over her shoulders, down her spine, and into the small curve of her waist. Every touch made her shiver.

When his fingers traced a faint, nearly invisible childhood scar at her lower back, she whispered, "That's from a camping trip when | fell as a kid." "I know." His voice, warm and close, pressed against her skin as his lips followed the scar upward along her spine, stopping between her shoulder blades. "And here?" His fingers lightly tapped a small mark she had never noticed before.