“He sent me some photos this morning,” I say. “I uploaded them to your social media sites. Did I tell you membership is at forty-eight per cent already?”
“Really? We’re still, what, four months from opening?”
I nod. “Yep. Caleb and I were talking about getting Dylan up again for another event. Maybe a pop-up bar at Hallucinogens. Lex was really excited about it.”
“You amaze me,” he whispers in my ear before pressing a single kiss just behind it. I smile as I lift my arms and run my hands behind his neck, humming as he continues.
“Did you do some gardening? I thought I saw some new stuff out there.”
“Mmhmm,” he hums as he continues to dot kisses against my heated skin. “Planted some new seedlings. Buttercups.”
I turn my head slightly to look at him. “You planted buttercups?”
“I had a few gardening supplies to get, and they were on a display table by the back door as a staff pick. There was no way I could pass them up.”
I sink back against his chest with a smile. “I honestly wish people could see how sweet you are. But, at the same time, I like that it’s all for me.”
“I think I’ve been saving it all just for you,” he murmurs, then reaches behind him, returning with a jug.
“What’s that for?”
He lowers it into the water, then puts his free hand under my chin, helping to tip my head back.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to wash your hair, so I put your stuff here just in case, but now I want to do it for you.” He pauses right before tipping the water over me. “Is that okay?”
“That would be nice, thank you.”
Water cascades down my hair and back. Gage fills the jug again, making sure my hair is wet all over before picking up my shampoo and squeezing some into the palm of his hand.
He coats the strands before bringing his fingers to my scalp, massaging in firm, slow strokes.
My eyes roll back in my head as I groan. “That feels so good.”
His fingers freeze, and I feel his cock twitch against my back.
“I’m glad,” he says, voice rough, like dragging through gravel, before he continues the soothing motion. The longer he goes, the more aware I become of our wet and naked bodies pressed against each other, and suddenly, the water feels steaming hot.
Gage rinses the shampoo before moving onto the conditioner, dragging it through the ends and then reaching back for my wide-tooth comb. He gently pulls it through my hair, careful of any tangles. His knuckles caress my back as they move down with the comb, and he kisses along the top of my shoulder.
This is a whole new type of adoration. It’s a declaration. A vow of devotion from body, mind, and spirit. It has my skin buzzing, my heart stampeding in my chest, and my pussy pulsing with need.
I know Gage is feeling the same way. His cock has only grown harder where he pushes against me. I can feel the barbells teasing my lower back. My thighs squeeze together, and I don’t know if it eases the ache or makes it worse.
Gage pours more water through my hair, rinsing the conditioner.
“All done.” He leans over the side of the tub, placing the jug on the floor. When he sits back, I pull myself forward, twisting onto my knees to face him.
My grapefruit body wash is sitting on the tiled shelf behind him. Stretching my arm over him, I let my chest hover right in front of his face.
“What are you doing, Iz?”
I push down on the pump, filling my hand, then rub them together as I sit back on my heels and glide the soap over his chest and shoulders.
“It’s your turn to be taken care of.”
I lather his arms one at a time. His mouthwateringly rounded biceps and his thick forearms, corded with veins. In a circular motion, I massage his pecs, licking my lips as I move over where my name is tattooed. With every pass, my hands roam lower, stepping down each of his abs. I watch as they flex under my touch, before I hit those sinful V muscles at his waist and deliberately graze his cock.
I say nothing, acting as if it were an accident, but the next time I do it, I look up at him, taking my time as I drag my forefinger from his tip and all the way down.
