The rumbling of his laughter caused my own. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do. I don’t trust you with those, however.” I dipped my head toward the clippers that were sitting on the counter.
“I know what I’m doing.” He picked them up and quickly assembled the guard, adjusting it to the correct level. “These are like the ones I had back when I used to shave my beard. Piece of cake.”
I continued to side-eye him for another few seconds before slowly turning to face the mirror and pushing out a heavy breath. “It’s not like you can mess up too much,” I murmured. I had less than a half an inch of hair on my head. I wasn’t looking for him to put any designs or shit into my hair. What did I have to lose?
“Fine.”
A tingle shot through me when he dropped a kiss to my bare shoulder. I remembered that I was completely naked under the towel when my nipples began pressing against the fabric.
I silently watched as Micah’s face turned serious. He took the brush I’d also purchased and used it to gently brush my hair, making it easier for him to cut. He turned on the clippers and double checked, ensuring the correct guard setting was on and pushed my head forward slightly to allow him to start cutting at the nape of my neck. He took short, upward strokes to ensure accuracy.
Even with my head down, I peered up with my gaze to watch him. I couldn’t peel my attention away from him. Not only did he look like a man who knew what he was doing, but he appeared so intent on getting it right. Like I was the only thing that mattered. Something I often felt whenever I was in his presence.
I sighed as my body relaxed. I’d forgotten how damn good it felt to get my hair cut by someone else. As soon as I got my first haircut, I realized why men thought of their barbershop time as sacred. It felt good to have clippers run over your scalp. Add to that, the sexiest man I’d ever been with was the one wielding said clippers, and I was ready to turn around and fall to my knees. Crossing my legs at the ankles, I attempted to get my body to calm the hell down.
It’s just a damn haircut, I reminded myself.
“Turn around,” he ordered in that profound, authoritative manner of his, and I did so without hesitation. He straightened, looking over my scalp, making sure the sides were even. He paused to clean the clippers off with the small brush that came in the package, before going back to finishing up.
“Done?” I asked when he turned them off and gave me a satisfied look.
Instead of answering verbally, he turned me back toward the mirror by my shoulders. “You tell me.”
I turned my head this way and that, completely satisfied with the result. “I think …” I trailed off as I slowly turned to him and dropped the sides of the towel wrapped around my body.
The warmth that’d been simmering in my belly began to flame when Micah’s entire face tightened with need. “Job well done.”
I cupped her chin. “We need to wash the hair off of you.” Taking Jodi’s hand in mine, I fought for control over my senses as I led us to the overhead shower. I stepped inside and waited until she did the same to turn it on.
“You know you still have your clothes on, right?” She eyed me up and down.
“That’s not a problem.” I yanked the shirt I had on over my head and tossed it over the top of the shower to the bathroom floor. I did the same for my shoes, jeans, and every other article of clothing I had on. I adjusted our positions, moving her underneath the spray of the water, and grabbed the bottle of the shampoo she used. The smell of coconuts permeated the air as I squeezed it into my palm, lathering it up before applying it to her scalp. As soon as I began massaging, her eyelids fluttered, closing, and the most serene expression crossed her face.
My cock began begging me to take her. Uncontrollable energy coursed through my veins, but I held back. It’d only been three hours since I parted ways with Jodi that morning. Yet, as soon as I walked out the door that morning, I felt empty, an absence that only she could fill. I wanted nothing more than to see her face throughout the day. Part of me knew it was the feeling of impending danger that surrounded her.
Ever since speaking with Chael weeks ago, I'd been on edge. I knew something big was coming. Not knowing what it was or where it was coming from left me feeling out of control. That was more uncomfortable than anything else. Not knowing the danger, meant I didn’t know how to protect her best.
The moans that fell from her lips turned me on more and more. My body filled with a need so deep, that it felt as if a hole burrowed into my very soul.
I didn't know where she was taking me. All I knew was that I was along for the ride. The uneasy feeling that was my constant companion whenever I got too close to a woman was there, but even it didn’t stop me from pushing for more. The usual anxiety was no use against all the feelings that Jodi stirred in me.
“Have you done this before?” she asked in that sexy ass voice of hers.
I chuckled, staring down at her as her gaze peered up at me. “You're the first woman whose hair I've ever washed.”
“You have magic fingers,” she replied.
Between the way she was staring up at me with those hazel eyes, juicy lips that reminded me of when she wrapped them around my cock, and the shampoo suds slinking down her naked body, I couldn’t take it any longer. Lowering myself, I planted a kiss so deep that we both felt it and shivered. Jodi gasped into my mouth, and the sensation shot straight to my cock. It was hard enough not to take her right then and there, but I made myself wait.
Pulling back, I peered down at her, at the perfection she was, and knew deep inside of me that I found my match.
“I want you,” I growled against her lips.
A tiny smile escaped her lips, and a saucy look crossed over her beautiful face.
I will protect her with everything I have.My thoughts came instantaneous and like a lightning bolt. It wasn’t even a consideration. This woman was mine for as long as she would have me. And as long as she was mine, I was going to ensure that no man, woman, or fucking child ever put their hands on her. They wouldn’t come close to even doing so.
