Page 160 of What Comes Around

“Shaving cream or soap?” he asked, his voice lower now, distracted in a way that made my pulse stutter.

“Shaving cream,” I breathed.

He moved away just long enough to grab what he needed, before returning, already shaking the can before dispensing foam into his palm.

“Lean back,” he said.

I did, bracing one hand behind me as he stepped in again.

“Relax. Hold still.”

I went still as he spread the foam over me, his touch unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

Then he stepped back just enough to rinse his hand before reaching for the razor.

He lowered himself, crouching in front of me so he was level with my pussy , his shoulders brushing lightly against my legs as he settled in.

“Stay still,” he murmured.

I did.

He worked with quiet concentration, one hand pulling the skin taut where needed and the other guiding the razor in slow, careful strokes.

He rinsed the blade and continued until he’d removed every last trace of hair.

Only when he was satisfied did he stop, his hand lingering for a second longer before he reached for the warm cloth and wiped the area clean.

He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to my knee.

“All done,” he said. “Better?”

“I can’t see past your baby,” I muttered, glancing down at my belly.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. His hand slid over the freshly shaved pussy, appreciative.

“You can feel how smooth it is,” he said.

My breath hitched. “Yes.”

He rose to his feet, and I shifted slightly, preparing to slide off the counter. His hand came to my hip at once, stopping me, holding me in place.

“Not yet.”

He stepped in closer, crowding the space between my legs again, his gaze dragging slowly over me.

“You look incredible,” he said, his voice lower now. He leaned in, his mouth brushing the sensitive spot beneath my jaw, slow enough to make me feel it everywhere. My breath caught, my fingers lifting, tangling into his hair without thinking.

Then his mouth found mine.

The kiss deepened almost instantly, his hand sliding up my side until it curved around my breast, testing the weight of it, his thumb brushing slowly over the piercing.

I let out a soft breath against his mouth. My breasts had grown at least a cup size, fuller and heavier, and so much more sensitive than before.

“Be gentle with those,” I murmured when he pulled back just enough to shift lower.

A faint smile touched his lips against my skin, but there was something darker behind it, something that said he wasn’t going to stop.

His mouth followed the line of my collarbone, then lower, making my breath catch again as he took my nipple between his lips. A slow pull. A swirl of his tongue around the piercing.