I recalled the perfume Alaric spritzed me with earlier.
“Oh, that? It’s some baby powder perfume thing,” I explained. Sensing his distaste for it, I added, “Don’t worry, it’s not mine. Alaric put it on me ‘cause he didn’t want me to stink up the plane.”
A shadow fell across Cobalt’s face as he made a weird, deep sound. Was hegrowling?
“Your natural scent is superior in every way,” he said in a low voice. “Do not put it on again.”
I laughed at how serious he was about it. “You got it, boss.”
Calmer now, he said, “Lift your arms.”
I raised them, exposing the armpits he’d so happily sniffed earlier. Cobalt hesitated for a split-second before squeezing more body wash into his hand and rubbing it into my pits.
I squeaked in surprise. “Hey, that tickles.”
“Sorry. Should I stop?”
“No way. Just warning you that I squirm when I get tickled.”
The tiniest hint of a smirk curled Cobalt’s lip. Oh no. Did he have a tickling fetish? Was I about to get tickled to within an inch of my life?
And why was I strangely okay with that idea?
Cobalt didn’t end up tickling me. Not on purpose, anyway. He continued gently scrubbing my armpits, working up a lather until soap bubbles took over the place. When that was done, he moved across my chest, soaping up everything from my collarbone to my navel. The lower his hands descended, the faster my heart raced. Did he even realize how close he was to my junk? Was that his secret plan all along?
I searched his face. There was no hungry, sex-crazed expression, just gentle compassion and a slightly furrowed brow of concentration. Honestly, I wouldn’t have cared if hewassecretly planning to peruse my cock, but knowing that wasn’t the first thing on his mind made Cobalt even sweeter in my book.
“I can, uh, take it from here,” I suggested before Cobalt went to town scrubbing my dick like a car wash.
Cobalt handed the bottle over to me. I hadn’t noticed until now because I’d been in my own little relaxed world, but he was soaking wet. His drenched blue hair clung to his forehead, and his white shirt was plastered to his skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. His huge pecs stretched the soggy fabric, and his hard nipples threatened to poke through it.
Was that water trickling down the corner of my mouth, or was I drooling?
I wrenched my gaze away from Cobalt’s chest and focused my frenzied thoughts on washing my nether regions. I was acutely aware of his eyes on me the whole time. Never had I been so thrilled by a stranger watching me soap up my butt.
Cobalt still held the showerhead, so when I was good and lathered, I said, “Okay, you can spray me now.”
He obliged, dousing me in warm water. I sighed in relief as the last of the suds disappeared down the floor drain. It was so nice to be clean.
Before I could do anything, Cobalt turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around me. The rich dragons didn’t skimp on the towels—they were huge, thick, and fluffy. The luxurious towel soaked up all the water like a cotton ball.
Cobalt observed me. The top of the towel sat high on my neck while the bottom trailed on the floor.
“You are quite small,” Cobalt remarked.
I snorted in laughter. “And you are quite big.”
“It makes me want to protect you even more.”
My chest squeezed. “I didn’t know you wanted to protect me in the first place.”
Cobalt stared at me in silence, like he was trying to find the right words. Finally, he grunted like the cute caveman he was.
“I think you—” He stopped abruptly, then shook his head and tried again. “I liked the way your sweat smelled. A lot. I liked it a lot.” Another pause. “I’m not saying you can’t shower. You smell good either way. I simply prefer your natural scent.”
I blushed. This dragon was full of surprises, wasn’t he?
“Um. Thanks,” I said, breaking into a dumb grin. “You smell pretty damn good yourself.”
