His breath hitches, and he hesitates. For a moment, I think he might actually do it. But then he growls, turns, and hurries out of the room.
I lie, legs spread open, grinning, and wait for my demanding man to return.
He’s back quickly with a wet washcloth, which he uses to clean me off. “Such a naughty girl.” He’s still naked. His cock is just as hard as it was before he came.
Without moving, I let him wipe my folds and thighs. I know he’s staring at me. It’s heady how I affect him. The new me really loves the way he looks at me, like he wants to eat me.
“I think you’re going to have to reheat your coffee,” he teases as he takes my hands and pulls me to sitting.
I’m trembling from my release and the lack of caffeine.
He kisses me. “I’m going to take a shower. You should put some clothes on, little pixie. Wear something that you don’t mind everyone at the mansion seeing you in because that’s where we’re going.”
“It’s so early.” I glance at the clock. It’s only seven.
“We’ll join them for breakfast.”
I take a deep breath. Going to the mansion will make all this far more real than it is already. “Is it true that Gretchen does all the cooking?”
I know the house manager. She’s a well-respected member of this town. Everyone adores her. They also respect her for staying to the bitter end with Old Man Wilde. I never met the man. He hadn’t come into town for several years before he died. But I understand that Gretchen is a saint for staying.
“She has hired a few other people to help in the house, but she still does most of the cooking. She insists she enjoys it and is obviously beyond pleased to see the mansion filling up with vibrant younger Wildes.”
“Just so you know, I’m going to be as uncomfortable as Claire, Reagan, and Arianna for that woman to wait on me.”
“Baby, don’t let it bother you. You’ll see. She loves it. She’s going to be thrilled to add another mouth. And, just so you know, she’s appreciated. We’re paying her far more than my grandfather ever did.”
“Okay.”
He gives me another quick kiss and turns to leave the room. The man is so comfortable in his skin that he doesn’t seem remotely phased to stroll around naked with his cock bobbing in front of him. Then again, if I had a body like his, I guess I might not mind showing it off either.
“Do you want coffee?” I call out as I stand.
“That would be wonderful. Thank you. Black, please.”
I hurry toward my dresser and wince as I stare at my selection of bras and panties. Nothing sexy. Why would I own racy clothes? No one would have seen them.
With a sigh, I put on my usual white cotton bikinis and a white bra. I consider shorts and a tank top, but then decide maybe a dress. I don’t have many, but I can look cute two days in a row.
Thumbing through them, I choose a lavender sundress and end up ditching my bra because the straps are thin and tie at my shoulders. The top is smocked, so even if my nipples are hard all day, no one will notice.
After putting on matching sandals, I hurry into the kitchen to pop my coffee into the microwave and make Brody a cup. I still need to brush out my hair and do something with it, plus add some mascara, but I’ll have to wait until Brody is out of the bathroom.
When the water shuts off, I wait about thirty seconds and then carry his coffee in that direction and knock on the door.
He opens it immediately and stands before me wearing nothing but a towel. “Baby…” He pulls me in gently, taking the coffee from me. “You don’t have to knock.”
“I’m not coming into the bathroom unannounced, Brody.”
He takes a sip and sets the mug on the vanity. “Well, I am. So you might as well.”
The mirror is fogged over, but I reach around him to grab my brush, surprised when he gently removes it from my hand, turns me around, and starts brushing out my damp hair himself.
“So fucking soft,” he says. “And now I know where the vanilla scent comes from. Everything in your shower is vanilla scented. I’m going to smell like a girl all day,” he teases.
I giggle. This is so domestic. So surreal. I still can’t believe this is happening.
When he’s done, he kisses my neck. “I’ll let you finish in here. I’m going to text my brother and let him know we’re coming.”
