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The physical sensation mixed with his use of that endearment made Rowan's knees buckle. He caught her. Of course. Rising, he snaked one arm around her waist and used his other hand to help rinse the conditioner from her hair.
When he was done, he turned off the water and moved them from the shower. He dried her off before handing her a fresh towel to wrap her hair in, turban style. He took a lot less time drying his own body than he had hers.
"I have to dry my hair." She hated going to sleep with wet hair. Not only did it look like an awful mess in the morning, but it soaked her pillow.
"Sit down. I'll do it."
"Are you trying to make up for being so grumpy when I got home?" She sat on the stool in front of the built in vanity.
"Maybe I just enjoy spoiling you." He carefully pulled the towel from her head and then used it to wick more moisture away from her hair.
Afterward, he gently brushed her hair and then used her blow dryer to finish drying it.
"You're awfully good at this." Was it something he'd done for all of his lovers? Only it was the first time he'd driedherhair.
"I watched you and I am a fast learner."
"Are you saying you don't make it a habit to dry your girlfriend's hair?" she pressed, unsure why it felt so important to know.
"You are the only woman I have done this for." His lips turned down in a frown and his jaw hardened.
"You don't have to do it. I can finish."
His head and shoulders moved like he was shaking off his thoughts. "No."
Okay, then.
He finished and ran his fingers through her long red hair, smoothed by his near professional attention to it. "It is so silky."
"That's what the conditioner is for," she quipped.
Leaning down, he slid his hands over her breasts and cupped them. "I think it is you. Everything about you is soft to my touch. Your hair is silk, your skin smooth like satin."
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. "You're awfully complimentary."
He didn't answer, but his big hands gently kneaded her fleshy curves. Mesmerized, she watched him watch her in the mirror as her nipples beaded and the flush of arousal washed over her chest and up her neck.
His own dark gaze flared with arousal.
"These luscious, pink buds are irresistible." Lysander plucked at her nipples, sending sensation thrumming through Rowan.
More wet heat gathered between her legs, and she squirmed, that feeling of emptiness in her core growing.
"You respond so beautifully to my touch,yineka mou." He leaned down and kissed her neck, his tongue tasting her clean skin. "It makes me very happy."
Warmth unfurled inside of her and her annoyance at his grumpiness melted under the heat of their combined arousal. The scent and heat of his body surrounded her as he straightened, once again meeting her gaze in the mirror. The storm raging through her reflected in the depth of his eyes.
Rowan turned her head so she could rub her cheek against the join of his hip and torso, her hair brushing over his erection. The engorged flesh jumped, and he groaned.
His hands tightened on her swollen mounds, his fingertips pinching her rigid nipples to the point of pain before brushing over them in a soothing caress. "I want you."
"You have me." She turned on the stool and licked a pearl of pre-ejaculate off the tip of his hard penis.
She reveled in the salty sweetness of him before he came, swiping over his slit a second time.
His hands came to rest on her head on both sides, his hold firm but not harsh and he pressed against her parted lips with his erection. "Open."
She did as he ordered, and he pushed the head of his shaft into her willing mouth. She sucked and laved him with her tongue.
