Water steady. Tile warm where the steam has done its job. I reach for shampoo and pour a line into my palm. “Turn.”
She does. I work the shampoo through her hair, slow, careful not to tangle, fingers strong enough to say I’m here without grabbing. Copper streaks darken, then glint under the light when the water hits them. She exhales like the sound is new to her. “You’re good at this.”
“Thanks.”
I rinse her hair and step closer to keep the soap out of her eyes. She doesn’t flinch. I reach for body wash, pump, rub my hands together until the slick feels right, then smooth it over her shoulders, down her arms, slow over forearms, careful at elbows, palms wrapping wrists where old stress likes to sit. She leans into it like she thinks she can depend on me.
“Okay?” I say.
“Mm.” Not an affirmation, but her moaning tone is.
I keep it methodical. No rush. Collarbone. Down the sternum, a respectful pass that asks and waits. Her breath deepens. “Yes,” she says, and my hands keep going. Ribs. Waist. Hips. Thighs. The girl is hot, there’s no doubt about that. And after she took my cock in her ass like a pro, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more.
But right now, I want to make her feel good. I kneel because angles matter, and I won’t make her do the work. Water beatsmy shoulders. The tile is cool under my knees. The scent of clean soap and hot air fills the space.
She rests a hand on my head, fingers light. “Look at me.”
I look up. Her eyes are steady and dark. Water streaks her face and doesn’t blur her expression.
“Come here.”
I stand. She steps in and fits against me, wet skin to wet skin, hands sliding over my back. She kisses me. Just pressure and heat and intent. I answer with the same.
“Keep talking,” she says against my mouth.
“What do you want to hear?”
“Whatever you haven’t said because you’re busy parenting grown men.”
“Harsh.” But I laugh anyway.
“Am I wrong?”
“No,” I admit. “I’m the oldest. It’s kind of my job.”
“Your job is rock star. Not nanny.”
I shrug. “This is how it’s always been. I do what needs to be done. If that means corralling my brothers into better choices, so be it.”
“And I’m guessing you’re a planner too, right? The one who picks where you’re going, what you’ll be doing, all of that?”
Damn. She’s got a read on me. “Yeah. Normally, I don’t like surprises. Tonight was a surprise.”
She goes a little stiff. “Good or bad?”
“Yes.”
She laughs into my mouth as she kisses me again.
My chest loosens. “I thought you wanted to go out. You know Vegas—doesn’t matter what time of the night, there’s something to do. How come you wanted to stay here?”
She takes a deep breath and sighs. “Tonight, as it turns out, I want this shower instead.” She puts her palm on my sternum, then slides it down. I let a breath out slow when she reaches my cock.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Say stop whenever you want?—”
