She disappeared down the hall, and as long as he lived, he would never understand women.

There was one more bite of beef left, half of it gristle. Dragos sneered at the thought of putting it in his mouth. But the dog rested his chin on Dragos’s knee and looked like he might expire at any moment. He fed Skeeter the last bite.

On his way to the bedroom, he stopped to tell Eva, “Be sure to let me know if you get the slightest bit sleepy, and I’ll take watch.”

She half reclined on the couch, patting the baby’s back as he lay on her chest. “Sure thing.”

Maybe it was overkill. In all the stories he’d heard about the unseen, none of them had involved causing actual harm to anyone. There were other children in the settlement, and none of them had been taken. But Dragos was a big fan of overkill. Better to have overkill than to have something happen and agonize afterward about wondering if they could have done more to prevent it.

He strode down the hall to the master suite. Pia was still showering. Stripping off his clothes, he joined her. The shower stall was large and lined with travertine marble, with an oversized, square rain shower head that hung from the ceiling.

Water glistened on her rounded hips and graceful, violin-shaped back. She was soaping her hair and she paused to smile at him over her shoulder. His was a fiery nature, and desire burned through his veins to stiffen his cock.

Brushing her hands aside, he took over the task of working shampoo through her hair, relishing the wet glide of his fingers through the soapy length. When he began to massage her scalp, she moaned and put a hand on the wall to brace herself. “That feels so good.”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “It does to me too.”

He finished washing her hair and moved to her shoulders, back, and breasts. Those he handled with extreme care, as she was breast feeding and they were often swollen and achy. He stroked the distended nipples and ran his fingers along the crease under the soft rounded globes, watching her expression as he worked his way down her body.

When he reached between her legs, she gasped and leaned back against the wall. “I don’t know if I can stand up while you do that.”

“Let’s find out,” he murmured.

She looked at him through lashes spiked with water. “Last time I ended up on the floor.”

“See how long you can take it.” He loved sex in the shower, and he had made sure their prefab had a shower big enough to accommodate both of them.

He loved the hot wet glide of their bodies moving together, loved the way she looked when she was drenched and lost in pleasure.

“I have a better idea,” she said huskily.