Billionaire's Match

Chapter 845

Khloe's hands slid around Nick's waist again, tracing every inch of him, even the smallest raised scars.

Then Khloe picked up the bath sponge, squeezed a generous amount of shower gel, and carefully spread the dense foam across his back.

"It hasn't hurt for a long time," Nick said softly, as if sensing her worry.

He glanced back and saw her eyes misted with steam, deep and concerned.

Holding her hand, he drew her to his chest.

The soapy hand gently pressed her chin.

"Weren't you going to wash me? Why aren't you moving?"

"I...just feel so bad.Even if you say it doesn't hurt, I still." Khloe murmured, hugging him tightly.

"It's all in the past now." Nick's voice was low, his thumb brushing away a streak of white foam from her cheek.

"But if you keep lingering like this...the water's going to get cold." He covered her hands over his, coaxing her like a child.

Khloe noticed another faint scar near his

this one from?"

scraping

checked every one, this bath

braced on the edge of

curve of his back to the narrow waistline...and

check there too?" His

perceptible smile tugged at the

hand froze midair, her cheeks

further, a husky edge that sent a

fingers trembled but pressed on, gliding down his

his right outer thigh bore a

flickered, lips pressing together

back-and-forth motion became

Nick grabbed her wrists, pulling her

his nose brushing

do it."

Khloe bit gently at his

of you myself." She resumed, carefully

waist, he let out