Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Right. You’re gonna tell me you got all this hair and you don’t use a conditioner?”
“It’s fine.”
“If you want to be cursing me out in pain as I rake a brush through your tangled hair, then sure.”
“You’re not brushing my hair.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Okay?” I asked, squinting at him.
“Yeah. Should I set up the appointment at the salon now for when, two weeks from now, your hair is so knotty you have to cut it all off?”
“You’re annoying.”
“Because I’m right,” he shot back.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, but I stepped back, letting him slather on the conditioner before rinsing it off.
He cut the water, then carefully squeezed as much water out of my hair as possible.
Just when I thought he was finally going to step away, was going to give me a chance to breathe and get myself together again, though, his hand slid downward, teasing over my ribs, sending another jolt of need through me.
“This looks so much worse,” he said, his voice a velvet caress over my skin as his fingers traced the bruises.
“It feels about the same,” I admitted, glancing down to watch his fingers move over my skin.
And not at all thinking about how easily they could just slip inward and down a bit more and…
“You want me to re-wrap them?” he asked.
“Yeah. I didn’t realize how much that was helping until I took the wraps off.”
“And what about drying off?”
“What about it?” I asked, body tensing, knowing where this was going. And not knowing if I was strong enough to turn the offer down.
“Why don’t you try to reach for your legs?” he suggested.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, arm shooting out to grab him as the pain ricocheted up my side as soon as I even attempted to bend. “Okay,” I said, gasping for breath as the pain kept washing over me. “Yeah.”
“Was the insistence on doing everything the hard way something that came preprogrammed, or did you add that in along the way?” he teased as he reached for a towel, carefully drying my hair enough that it wouldn’t drip all down me, before starting to rub the towel over my shoulders.
It wasn’t until he draped the towel over my whole front, and his hands were moving over my chest that I realized that the arm I’d reached out to grab him with was the one I’d had draped over my breasts.
Leaving me completely exposed.
Before I could fully come to terms with that, though, his hands were moving over the towel, covering my breasts, then sliding under.
Drying, sure, that was all he was doing.
But my body didn’t seem to get the memo as the need clawed at my core, making me press my thighs together to ease the ache.
The sensation was gone too soon, though, and the disappointment was palpable as he moved the towel down my stomach instead.
His gaze cut to mine, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my desire was etched on my face, if he could see what this was doing to me or not.
He moved to my back, making his body press closer, close enough to feel the heat of him as my nipples pebbled up tighter now that the water wasn’t warming me anymore.
The towel wrapped around my waist, and he used it to pull me out of the shower niche, my feet meeting the cushy bath mat.
Then, his gaze still holding mine, he lowered down as he dried my thighs.
Until he was on his knees.
Looking up at me.
This time, there was no way I could claim that the whimper that escaped me was anything but what it was.
Because I never could have known exactly how much I would like seeing him on his knees in front of me, his gaze holding mine as his face leveled with my sex that was throbbing for his attention.
A rumbling sound moved through Dav as his fingertips whispered up my calves.
“Trust me,” he said, voice thick again, “can’t think about anything right now but burying my face in your sweet pussy.” As if to prove his point, his lips pressed a little kiss to the triangle above my sex. But then he was getting back to his feet. “But you’re not stable enough to be standing for that.”
I had to get a hold of myself.
“Keep dreaming, Dav,” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t giving me away as much as his was.
“Think I might not be the only one dreaming anymore,” he said, and then the words were moving through me, wrapping around my heart and tightening.
“You think too highly of yourself,” I said as he reached for the simple black panties.
“That so?” he asked as he lowered down again, waiting for me to slip a foot into the leg hole. Then the other, before slipping the panties up my thighs. But pausing.
His gaze slipped to mine, and I saw the intention just a second before I felt his fingers between my thighs, sliding over me. Finding the proof he was seeking.