“I actually think you should go au natural,” he told her seriously. “Your head, from what I’ve seen, is very beautiful.”
Lace blinked. As if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.
She gave an uncomfortable chuckle as she discarded probably the tenth wet-wipe into the trash bag he’d placed on the floor, but otherwise didn’t respond.
Vince didn’t push. For Lace’s own comfort,andfor the fact that he was loving the feel of her hands on his face.
Words were becoming difficult as he floated in blissful relaxation.
“How many of these does it normally take?” she asked, popping him out of a half-daze.
Vince regrouped his brain.
“Sometimes a half box,” he warned her, hoping his voice wasn’t slurring or that he’d started drooling. Surreptitiously he sent a finger to the corner of his mouth to make sure.
Nope. All good.
“It depends on how thickly I apply stuff,” he replied. “I don’t think I went overboard this morning.”
“Well, you couldn’t prove it by me,” she answered, studying his face while the tip of her tongue poked out. “I’m pretty sure I could be accused of doing an archeological dig, here.”
Damned cute.
“You mustalmostbe done,” he posited a few minutes later, trying not to fall asleep under her tender ministrations.
“Close. Just a little more around the ears.”
Her small fingers began working around his whorls, and…
Cripes.
Everything in his brain and body instantly shot to attention. That included the fine hairs on his neck, his nipples, his…
Ah, shit. Erogenous zone alert.
Vince shifted his body in what he hoped was a nonchalant way, and crossed his legs.
Damned cock.
Her giggle should have clued him in.
“Sensitive around the ears?” she probed a little sassily.
Oh, yeah.She’d noticed.
“Sorry about that,” he mumbled. “My ears have always been, uh, very responsive. Ignore the small clown down below who thinks this is all about him.”
Lace giggled again, and Vince loved the sound.
Hah. If a hard dick was what she needed to let loose, the perfect remedy was no more than an ear tweak away at all times.
But…
He wasn’t going to get ahead of himself, here.
Ice cream and conversation first, then maybe when he dropped her off at her house, he could ask for a kiss. Nothing more.
By the way Lace was worrying her bottom lip and pretending not to glance at his lap, Vince figured he might have a shot at that lip-lock.