And blinked once more, just for good measure.
Then a roar of laughter burst from me so loud that the glass shower door and mirror shook. I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her off her feet again as my lips claimed her mouth. Relief, love, devotion, all of it…flooded my veins like an enthralling drug.
Her chest quavered against mine, and it took me a moment to realize that she was laughing too. She pulled away, though she didn’t fight to be put back down on the floor. Covering her mouth, she continued to giggle. “I’m sorry… I just… Did I ruin this? I can’t seem to stop laughing…”
Shaking my head, I leaned my forehead against hers. “Never,” I vowed. “You couldn’t even if you tried.”
I felt her smile against my cheek. “Good. It is, by the way.”
“What is?”
“This.” Her hands trailed over my shoulders. “It’s different when you love the person you’re with.”
And it was official. I was hers. Totally, and completely.
I set her back down on the tiled floor. “Let’s get you undressed.”
I reached for her tank top, but waited for her permission before I pulled it over her head. She wore no bra. My eyes trailed slowly over her rounded tits and taut, pink nipples to her hourglass frame, and back up again.
“Beautiful,” I vowed when I saw the uncertainty on her face. It wasn’t just an appeasing word either, but the truth. I’d never seen a more breathtaking sight.
She practically beamed up at me, confidence clear in her eyes at my single word. When she put her hands to the waistband of her skirt, though, I put my hands on her wrists to stop her. “What is it?”
No part of me wanted to pause her getting undressed the rest of the way, but I also knew that this needed to be said. “You have all the power here,” I told her, staring into her sea-green eyes. “Doesn’t matter when, doesn’t matter what we’re doing. All you have to do is say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ or ‘yogurt’, and we stop. No pressure, no guilt. I need you to say you understand.”
She nodded slowly, relief evident in her eyes. Then her lips twitched and she asked, “Yogurt?”
The sound that emitted from me was a mixture of a groan and a growl. “Get in the shower, minx.”
Now naked andher hair free of her braid, Caroline pulled me into the shower. In all honesty, though, andregardless of the overused cliché, I would have followed her anywhere.
Hot water cascaded over both of us, and I closed the shower door to lock us in together. She turned to face me under the spray, confusion darkening her features when she saw me reaching for the shampoo. I would have rather one of her scents, but thanks to fucking Saga, those were all now kept in our room, and I hadn’t thought to stop to grab them.
Thanks to the overhead feature, I didn’t need to wait long before her hair was soaked. I poured three times the amount of shampoo into my hand that I normally would have.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I started lathering up her curls.
“If you have to ask, perhaps I’m doing it wrong,” was my humored response.
She stared up at me as my fingers massaged through her locks to her scalp. “Is this… I mean, I thought we were going to…”
“We are,” I assured her. My raging cock between us like a fucking beacon of what was to come. “But there’s more to sex than penetration, and something tells me you haven’t had a lot of pampering in your life. So let me take care of you. Let me show you the intimacy you’ve been missing in your life.”
Her cheeks heated, but that could have also been the warmth of the shower. “I don’t… Am I supposed to wash you?” Her eyes traveledalllllthe way up to the top of my head.
I shrugged. “Do you want to?”
She bit the inside of her lip before she nodded. “Please.”
Fucking hell, that word. “Let me take care of you first, and then you can do whatever you want to me.”
Once done with her hair, I grabbed up a washcloth from the stack on the in-shower rack that was protected from the spray by a plexiglass door. Like the shampoo, the body wash was a generic men’s brand, but it was better than nothing.
I took my time, leaving no part of her unwashed. I noticed the tattoo at the base of her spine, but while I might pick up on a Japanese phrase here or there now, I certainly couldn’t read it. I loved tattoos, and seeing one on her was extremely arousing. I pressed a kiss over it before moving on. Her eyes widened when I went down to my knees before her to wash her legs as she balanced herself on my shoulders. I barely noticed, nor did I care about, the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Based on her legs and underarms, she’d recently shaved those, though I would have done it if she wanted me to.
By the time I was done, I doubted there was a piece of sand or a grain of salt left on my body, but I still had every desire to be washed by her.
“Can I ask you a question?”