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Movement in the bed wakes me. I jump up twisting until my eyes land on Casimira. Her hair is a mess of black waves sticking up in random directions and her eyes are still puffy from sleep but nothing could hide her beauty. It sends a rush of blood straight to my cock making me even harder than I already am.
She gives me a funny look. “What?”
I flop back against my back and breathe out, watching as she stretches her arms above her head. Her body is something of a wet dream. She's not super slim or toned like a lot of the women I’ve been with. She’s strong due to all the dancing but still soft and lush, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, to be honest.
She throws the covers off and moves to get up but I reach out a hand and pull her back down on top of me. “Where are you going?”
She pulls back warily. “I'm showering so I can go home.”
“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes, pulling her back down.
She laughs. “That's what I'm trying to do.”
I frown at her, cupping her face and stroking my thumb over her cheekbone. Don't ask me why. “You know what I mean.”
Her eyes turn unsure as she watches me. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“What?”
Her voice lowers to a soft whisper. “You're being too sweet with me.”
I pull her face a little closer, keeping her eyes on mine. “You want me to stop?”
She inches closer, lips grazing mine. “Not really.” She presses her lips against mine in a more desperate way. Good. I want her to be as desperate for me as I am for her. I move my hands to her hair pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck. She arches back to give me better access. I hoist her up as I stand, her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there.
She starts to cling to me like I'm about to drop her. “I'm not going to drop you.”
A slight blush crawls up her cheeks. “I'm heavy.” She says quietly.
I snort a laugh, slapping my palm over her ass and gripping it in my hand. “I squat your weight for a warm-up, shut the fuck up.” I don't mention that I've carried a fair few dead bodies that weigh a lot more than her.
A smile spreads across her mouth and she finally loosens her grip on me, resting her hands on my shoulders as I carry her to my en-suite. I put the shower on and set her down underneath it.
“Give me two seconds.”
She gives me an annoyed expression just before I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist to dart out of the room, heading down the corridor to Frans's room. I knock a few times and finally, she calls out. “Come in.”
I poke my head in the door. “I need shampoo and conditioner.”
She's still in bed on her phone. She sits up, eyebrows pulling together. “What?”
“Shampoo, conditioner, quick.” I widen my eyes and roll my hand to get her to be quick about it.
“Why?”
“What is this, 21 questions? Just get your brother what he asks for.”
She looks at me strangely before jumping out of bed, grabbing two bottles from the freestanding bath in the corner and handing them to me with a suspicious look. “I don't want them back.”
I head back and close my bedroom door behind me. Her eyes are closed as she lets the spray run over her hair, fingers working through the long tresses. Her skin has a slight flush to it from the heat, It makes her look like she's glowing from the inside out. You know I think she does. Glow from the inside out. It's the only way to explain it.
She pulls her head up and her eyes fix on me, the bottles in my hand in particular. Her lip curls up. “If they're your community hair products for when you have girls over, I don't want them.” Her tone turns cold and it sends a rush of predatory heat through me.
I cock a brow, thrusting them at her. “They’re Frans.”
“Oh.” She relaxes her face and takes them from me, squashing a smile as she looks at the bottles.
I whip the towel off and step in behind her underneath the rainshower head. I take the shampoo from her just before she pours it into her hand and begins washing her hair. She huffs a laugh. “I knew you had a thing for hair.”
