She makes a kissy face at me and then smiles, and I push her head back so I can focus on washing her scalp. She sighs heavily, relaxes back into me. “I’m pretty sure my hair has never been this clean.”
“A job worth doing,” I respond, not bothering to finish the statement. Grabbing the shower head, I unhook it, turning the water on and bringing it close to her scalp in order to wash out all the shampoo. I do this until the water runs clear and then turn off the water and replace the shower head in the bracket.
Turning back to the shower products I scan the various bottles before asking, “Any conditioner here?”
“Oh, sorry,” she responds. “I had to get a new bottle. I forgot it on the counter.”
“No problem,” I respond, already heading toward the shower door.
I’m just stepping out into the bathroom to grab the bottle of conditioner from the counter when she asks, “Ren, what are you wearing?”
I pick up the bottle of conditioner and turn back to her before responding, “What’s it look like I’m wearing?”
She tilts her head. “Why are you wearing your underwear in the shower?”
I shrug, suddenly feeling silly. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
She laughs rather humorously as she responds, “Uncomfortable how?”
I carefully close the shower door and then reply, “I don’t know. My body’s response to you.”
“Were you afraid I’d be offended that you don’t find me attractive in my current state?”
Now I roll my eyes and snort. “That’s gotta be a bad joke, right?”
She shrugs, suddenly looking shy again and so I close the distance between us, stopping right in front of her as I add, “Doesthatscream disinterest?”
Her eyes hold mine for a moment and then, slowly, they move downward. She takes her time dragging her gaze down my chest and abdomen before settling on what is quite obviously an erection behind my damn underwear. Her lips curve up, her eyes moving back to mine, looking rather pleased, and so I say, “I didn’t want you feeling pressured or uncomfortable by the fact that my dick has no manners.”
She laughs and I smile in response, relieved to have lightened the mood slightly. Then she lifts her hands, grips the waistband of my underwear, yanking down and I grab her wrists as I exclaim, “What are you doing?”
The look she gives me is quite saucy as she licks her lips and replies, “Maybe I need a closer look.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I reply, holding her hands steady. “Your doctor said six weeks, and it definitely hasn’t been that.”
“Yes, that six weeks was for intercourse. This is not intercourse.”
Never in my wildest dreams would I have considered the word intercourse to be sexy, but here I am, wanting her to say it again. But as much as I want her to say all the things to me, I don’t want her taking on anything that might impede her healing. “While I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, I don’t think the doctors recommendations would go for it.”
She rolls her eyes a bit and mutters, “Actually, they said whenever I felt comfortable.”
I give her my best faux stern look as I respond, “Says the woman who asked for help washing her hair.”
Her eyes narrow as she attempts to jerk her hands out of my grip, but I hold steady. “Don’t act offended. You know I’d like nothing more than to have your hands and mouth on me. Hell, you know damn well I’d rub myself on you twenty-four seven if I could get away with it.”
Her expression softens and her sigh is a little less angry. “I just want to do something nice for you.”
I throw my head back and laugh then look back at her and say, “Well, of all the reasons to put yourself out.”
I let my sentence trail off, knowing she’ll understand what I’m trying to say. She glares at me but there’s no animosity in her expression. After a moment, she lowers her hands and I release her wrists. Then she says, “Fine, you do it then.”
I freeze in the middle of adjusting my underwear. “Do what?”
She makes a shooing motion with her hand as she responds, “You do it. I want to watch.”
I grimace slightly, not because I have an issue jerking off in front of her, but more because I’m not getting much of a warning and me standing in front of her while she sits on the bench just feels off. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
She rolls her eyes hard this time and mutters, “You and your fucking deals.”
