22
LENA
“Don’t turn around,” Gavin grumbles as I slide my thong down to my feet and step out of it.
“Why?” Squinting over my shoulder, I try to catch another glimpse of his hard length straining against the front of his briefs.
“Because if you keep looking at me like that”—he settles his hand on top of my head to turn me toward the running water—“I’m going to fuck you in this shower before I’ve gotten a chance to take it slow.”
Warm water cascades down my body as I step far enough under the stream to wet my hair. “I see absolutely no problem with that plan,” I tell him.
The curtain scrapes against the rod as Gavin steps in behind me. His hands land on my arms, his hard cock bumping into my ass as he presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck. “The things I want to do with you are endless, and I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Don’t rush me.”
My back arches at the thought, arousal burning through my veins again despite what happened in the hot tub only moments ago.
“Yes sir,” I snark, and he smacks a playful tap to my ass.
“That’s right, little menace.” He holds the shampoo bottle up in front of me, letting it slowly fill his hand. “How much do I need?”
I let a little more land in his palm before I murmur, “That’s good.”
The lid clicks as he snaps it shut and sets it down. Then he brings his hands to my hair. He lathers my curls, fingers sliding over my scalp and sending a tingling sensation down my spine. His movements make my eyelids drop shut, and a soft groan threads from my lips as he washes my hair better than any stylist on the planet.
Then he leans into my ear and whispers, “Turn around with your eyes closed.”
Once I spin, he uses his grip on my hair to pull my head back slightly to rinse it.
“You’re good at this,” I whisper. “Are there a lot of women on your roster whose hair you wash?”
“Same number as there are on my dance card,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers through my curls.
“So it’s only me, then?”
He’s silent for a long time, hands rinsing my hair carefully. And I almost open my eyes to check on him, but then his voice rumbles over my skin. “It’s only you, Lena.”
A rush of possessiveness bleeds through my heart.
This is mine. Hair washing is mine. He’s mine.
But I bite back those words, instead saying, “Well, you’re pretty good at it. For an old man.” I beam at him even though I can’t see his reaction.
“Old man, huh?” His grip tightens in my hair, and he kisses my cheek.
“Practically a dinosaur.” Peeking one eye open, I find his lips curving in a devastating grin as he looks down at my body.
“Oh, little menace,” he growls, tugging my head back by my wet strands. His lips land on the shell of my ear as he says, “I may be ten years older, but I can still make you come so hard you forget your own name. So you might not want to test me.”
A flurry of butterflies gathers in my stomach. “But I love testing you.” I blindly press a finger into his abs. “Pushing your buttons to see what happens. It’s my favorite game.”
He huffs a laugh, his warm breath fanning over my face. “Oh, I know. And I can’t wait to ruin you tonight as your punishment.”
As he conditions my hair, my mind whirs with the heady possibilities of what that would feel like. What it would mean to be ruined by him. And every time his skin grazes mine, my blood surges faster in my veins in anticipation.
After he rinses my hair once more, he whispers, “Open your eyes. Let me see them.”
When I meet his dark whiskey gaze, it’s focused on me like I’m the only thing that matters. Like he would burn down the world for me if I asked him to.
His lips are silky smooth as he kisses each of my damp cheeks. “They’re my favorite color.”
