She leaned into my touch, and for a second, I thought that was it—I’d tuck her in, say goodbye, and make an early night of it before tomorrow morning’s flight at the ass crack of dawn. But when I started to pull away, her frown stopped me cold, like she was already bracing for the sound of the door closing behind me.
I bent down instead, my mouth brushing her ear. “Relax, kitten. I’m not going anywhere. We’ve still got one more thing to cross off your list tonight.”
Her brows pinched, confusion flickering across her face until I let the grin curve my mouth.
“I told you I’d take care of everything, didn’t I? Starting with those legs you swore you couldn’t reach.”
Dani
The steam rose in lazy curls, clouding the glass and what was left of my reason. I sat on the edge of the tub while the shower beat against the tile, already running hot, a steady hiss filling the room.
Clad in nothing but a white cotton bralette and matching underwear, I felt more exposed than if I’d been completely bare. “This is ridiculous,” I said. “You seriously want to shave my legs?”
“I already am,” he answered without missing a beat, pumping a squirt of shaving gel into his palm. “This will be easier if you stand.”
“Brooks—”
“Into the shower, kitten.” His gaze tracked over me, steady and unhurried. “Trust me. Youknowhow good I am with my hands.”
This shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did. Brooks had already seen all of me—every tattoo, every scar, every inch—but sitting there, damp heat clinging to my skin, I felt strippeddown in a different way. Naked, not just in body, but in the way his attention pressed into me, making it impossible to pretend I wasn’t trembling on the inside.
I stepped into the tub, letting the shower spray soak my back.
Brooks stayed where he was, on his knees at the edge of the porcelain, the steam beading against the ink sprawled across his chest and arms. He’d stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, the fabric stretched tight over muscles in a way that should’ve been illegal—and had me wet for reasons that had nothing to do with the water.
The sight punched the air from my lungs—this hard, powerful man kneeling in front of me like I was something worth worshiping. It made my skin prickle, not just from the heat, but from the weight of being seen like a goddess.
“Quit looking at me like that,” I muttered, cheeks burning hotter than the spray.
“Like what?”
My breath snagged when his palm wrapped around my calf, steadying me as if this weren’t the most intimate thing in the universe, trusting him with a sharp blade against my skin.
I swallowed. “Like I’m your next meal.”
His lips twitched, but his voice was soft, coaxing. “Best meal I’ve ever had, kitten.”
I glanced down, unable to resist, and there it was—the outline of his thick, hard cock straining against his briefs. The sight made my mouth go dry.
My pulse stuttered as he crouched lower, razor in one hand, my leg balanced in the other like I was something fragile and precious. The first cool swipe of shaving cream across my shin sent goose bumps racing up my skin. He smoothed it with deliberate care, his fingers spreading it in long strokes that felt more like foreplay than personal hygiene.
My breath hitched, my eyes glued to the way his tattooed forearm flexed as he steadied me.
Then came the blade.
Slow, gliding strokes over my skin with practiced precision, each of them unhurried. His knuckles brushed lightly against me with every pass. It shouldn’t have been so erotic, and yet my body hummed with it, every nerve stretched taut as I watched him work.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
“This is . . .” My throat was dry. “Weirdly hot.”
His eyes lifted, heavily-lidded, knowing. “It’s about to get hotter, kitten. Time for your thigh.”
He dragged the razor higher, thumb brushing dangerously close to where my thigh met the lace edge of my panties.
Heat licked through me, pooling low and heavy, until the words were on my tongue before I could stop them. “It might be easier if you take my panties off.” My voice came out husky, breathless.
“You sure?”
