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Eloise smiled. “Didn’t you say people who are drunk rarely lie?”
Keyon’s eyes softened. “Yes. You are right. Despite my usual disgust toward human touch, yours… doesn’t evoke negative feelings. It arouses me, and arousal usually leads back to disgust. But your touch… doesn’t. And this confuses me.”
Eloise dipped her head. She did not want to try to interpret what any of that meant. She soaped the sponge again and started ministering to his neck, her free hand holding on to his shoulder. Eloise gripped him there, and the feeling was so pleasant she almost closed her eyes. He was hot to the touch, his skin silky and wet, his body hard. She moved her soaping hand lower, watching his chest move under her fingers, his every breath coming in faster and faster.
“Lean forward. I’ll wash your hair and back.”
Keyon obeyed. Eloise slowly soaped his back, moving her palm against his slick and silky skin. His muscles jumped at the slight touch of her fingers, and she smiled, enjoying this slight control she had over his body. His reactions were involuntary, but they were not reactions of disgust. He enjoyed her touch, and that made Eloise feel special.
She soaped her hands. “I am going to wash your hair now,” she warned.
“Very well.”
She thought she heard the smile in his voice, but she couldn’t be sure as his head was bent forward. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, and he groaned. Eloise closed her eyes, tempted to groan herself. She rinsed his hair, sifting through his silky locks, massaging his scalp. Washing another human being was not supposed to be that arousing. She felt a tingle appear low in her belly and travel even lower. Slight dampness pooled between her legs, and she had to clench her thighs together.
Keyon raised his head and pinned her with his dark gaze. “I think you’re finished,” he said in a low, seductive voice.
The phrase that wasn’t suggestive sent a frisson of pleasure down her spine. Eloise swallowed, although that wasn’t easy as her throat was dry. She licked her lips and saw Keyon follow the action with his eyes. She saw his eyes darken, and her entire body hummed in anticipation. Anticipation of what she couldn’t quite fathom.
“I… Don’t you want me to continue?” she asked, trying to get her mind off his arousing body, even if she couldn’t quite take her eyes off him.
“If you do, then I might finish,” he said in a half-whisper.
His hand slowly made its way to her face, and he gently tucked an errant lock behind her ear. A soft touch made Eloise want to lean into his hand. Was it the first time he had willingly touched her just for the sake of touching?
“I-I want to help you,” she said.
“You might reconsider.”
Eloise shook her head, and Keyon leaned back again, exposing his chest. Eloise’s gaze fell lower, and she could see his engorged length proudly protruding among the patch of dark, curly hair. Her breathing accelerated, and the sponge kept falling from her hands.
She gently washed his chest, then moved lower to his flat stomach, not quite able to take her gaze off his erect length. It seemed to have swollen even more if that was possible. It was angry red, covered with veins, occasionally twitching, as if reaching for her touch.
“That’s enough,” Keyon growled.
“But—”
Keyon took her hand in his, his sure grip igniting sparks inside her. “I said, enough.”
“I want to touch you,” she said, her gaze still on his rod.
“You can’t,” Keyon whispered. “Go sit on the bed.”
Eloise stood reluctantly. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked toward the bed. How many rejections would she endure from this man? She perched herself on the bed, facing him.
Keyon looked at her under his lashes, his gaze heavy-lidded.
“I want you,” he said. Eloise swallowed, startled. That was not what she expected him to say. “But I shouldn’t touch you.”
Eloise’s breath was coming in frequent gulps. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He slowly took his masculine length in his hand. His eyes closed, and he groaned. Eloise clenched her thighs together.
“But if you want… You’ll have to do it for me,” he said almost inaudibly.
Eloise’s eyes widened. Keyon looked at her, a dark purpose shining in his eyes.
“Do it for you?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Touch yourself for me.”
