Something close to sorrow flickers in his eyes. “Because I want to. Because you deserve it.”
“Will you make me forget? I don’t want to think about it. I want…” I search for the words. “...something else. Something to take it away.”
Turning me to face him, Mason smiles. A real smile.
“Do you trust me, Afton?”
Chapter Thirty-Four
In which there is the sexiest shave ever.
Afton…
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t even hesitate.
“Yes.”
Mason’s dark smile is both thrilling and terrifying as his hand cups the back of my head and he kisses me, hard.
Which is how I find myself naked and being helped into the tub in the master bathroom. It’s a huge thing; an old, clawfoot copper tub and it’s enormous, long enough for someone like my husband and room for one more. I close my knees, feeling shy as he methodically whips up the shaving cream with the brush I’ve seen him use before and then, the straight razor.
Swallowing a gulp, I watch him run the gleaming blade across the strop, refining the razor’s edge to a wickedly sharp degree. He looks up in the mirror over the sink, one corner of his mouth turns up as he catches me watching him.
“Do you still trust me?”
My mouth is dry but for some reason, my center is wet already, just from watching his broad shoulders move as he prepares everything. “Uh, huh,” I croak.
He places the razor and the shaving cream on a little tray that rests across the tub and pulls off his clothes. “Do you feel more comfortable now that I’m naked, too?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly, “it’s very distracting.” He chuckles at that, a real one, not the polite chuckle he saves for social occasions. All those colorful tattoos are on display and they dance and ripple as the thick muscles of his arms and legs move.
There’s something mesmerizing about watching him swirl the old-fashioned brush in the shaving cream and then his hand slides gently between my knees.
“Open up for me, baby.” My legs part without any conscious thought from me and I’m bare, and open and feeling exposed until I hear him groan. “So pretty. This sweet, perfect pussy. She’s going to feel so good on my mouth when she’s bare.”
The brush moves gently between my legs, the white foam feeling cool and a bit tingly and then his tanned fingers spread my lips.
“Are you ready?”
“Y- yes.”
The razor gleams in the low light from the candles he’s put around the tub and he makes the first pass, the sharp edge sliding over my skin, taking my curls with it. This is… I could never imagine sitting on the edge of the tub in front of a man with my legs spread and being so turned on that I’m melting. Mason’s eyes are narrowed, intent and his fingers are gently holding my most delicate parts.
“Such a good-” He pauses, “You’re being so good for me.”
He remembers how much I hate that phrase, ‘Good girl.’
It’s fascinating, watching the razor deftly take away the hair on my mound and the delicate lips of my center. He rinses therazor every pass and runs his shaving brush over my pussy, diabolically swirling it around my clitoris. The bristles tickle and itch and my hips move restlessly, wishing he was done and he’d make this ache building in my center go away. He looks up at me, his jade gaze glittering diabolically.
“You have to be very still, baby. This is the tricky part.”
His long fingers pull my lips apart and he makes a pass with the razor, taking the last of the hair from one side.
Rising the blade, he runs it over the other side, finishing with the utmost delicacy on the last remaining curls just over my clitoris, which is already stiff and throbbing and desperate for attention. His thumb swipes over it, taking away the shaving cream and a moan bursts from my lips.
“You’ve been so still for me, so patient,” he croons. “Almost done.” Using the handheld wand, he washes the last of the shaving cream from my center and I’m bare, completely. My pink mound is wet and glistening and not just from the water.
