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“I’m sorry,” she says. Instead of telling her it’s okay, I lift her chin, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You don’t have to apologize to me. One of these days, you’ll see that you can trust me. It’s my job to prove that, not your responsibility to adjust to. Let’s wash the day off of us.”
I grab her hand and lead her to the bathroom.
“I need pajamas.”
“Nope,” I tell her, tugging her hand a little harder when she goes to dig her feet into the carpet. “You yelled at me. When you yell, you have to sleep naked.”
She huffs a laugh. “I yell a lot.”
After reaching in and turning on the shower, I grin at her over my shoulder.
“Lucky me.”
I do my best not to make things sexual, but there’s only so much resisting I can manage when I strip her naked. She doesn’t pull her eyes from me when I pull my clothes off either, despite the redness forming on her cheeks.
“Do you spend your entire day in the gym?” she asks, her fingers reaching out and tracing the line between my abs.
“We workout, but I don’t live in the gym.”
“I try to go to the gym three or so times a week. Maybe you can show me your gym.”
“Our gym is right out past the pool, and it’s full of state-of-the-art equipment.”
I pull her into the shower, my hands skating down her sides so I can grip her hips.
“What else does the clubhouse have?”
I pull in a deep breath. “I told you about the nursery for the younger kids and the school for the older ones, but there’s also a salon.”
“Really? Hair, or nails, too?”
“I think Mila is full service, but I only go for a haircut.”
She runs her hand over the top of my head, curving her fingers so her nails rake down my scalp. My cock jumps with the sensation, but I ignore the greedy bastard. I like talking to this woman, and there will always be time for sex.
“Devyn has a sewing business, so if you need anything made or altered, she’s the person to ask. Let me think,” I say, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder. “There’s an indoor and outdoor pool. The garage is mostly for us guys, so I wouldn’t go wandering that way.”
“Afraid I might hear your secrets?”
I nip the side of her neck before speaking directly into her ear. “I’m an open book, sweetheart.”
“Mmm,” she moans when I tilt her head back and let the water rush over her head before grabbing the bottle of shampoo I unpacked for her while she was on her phone.
Wordlessly, I spend a few minutes massaging the shampoo into her hair, and she spends the time shifting and moving, her body serpent-like with the attention.
“Don’t think I’ve ever had anyone outside of the salon wash my hair.”
“Another first for us,” I tell her, nipping at the side of her throat.
I keep my hips back because I swear this woman’s witchcraft has the power to take over all reasonable thought when my cock touches any part of her body. I didn’t bring her in here to fuck her against the wall. Besides, she was adamant earlier about not wanting kids, and bending her over and fucking her in the shower might compromise that for her.
When I apply the conditioner, her hands land on my lower abdomen, and the muscles there bunch and flex, a soundless plea for her to push them lower, but she never does. I think I love the tease of it just as much as I’d love the attention on my cock.
I wash her body and, in return, she does the same for me, gripping my dick only long enough to coat it with soap.
Her husky chuckle is the exact sorcery I didn’t know I was looking for when she finds it comical as I groan upon her release of me.
Following more of her cues, I dry her body once we step out of the shower.
She leaves the bathroom before I finish drying myself, but she’s a good sport, I realize, when I find her under the covers and naked.
It’s earlier in the night than I would normally go to bed, but I can’t think of a better place to be. Plus, we haven’t gotten much sleep in the last two days. I’m exhausted but also riding the high from my decisions these last couple of days. I pray the daylight doesn’t bring reason and clarity. I’m having too much fun with her.
“I came inside to get my things and leave,” she confesses as she settles against my chest.
“I challenge you to stay for a while.”
She doesn’t reject the idea, but she doesn’t agree either.
Chapter 14
Beth
I moan, the warmth of his lips on the back of my neck pulling me from a good dream and into an even better reality.
