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.

another faint scar near

one

scraping me,"

plenty of small scratches like this.If you checked every one, this bath would never end." Her ears warmed, and

around." He obeyed, hands braced

the broad curve of his back to the narrow

there

at the corner

Her hand froze midair, her

softened further, a husky edge that

trembled but pressed on, gliding down his muscular

thigh bore a

pressing together as her fingertips lingered

motion became almost

wrists, pulling her

he murmured, his nose brushing her earlobe,

do

bit gently at his

will wash every inch of you myself." She resumed, carefully spreading the foam

his waist, he let