I step into the cream-colored stone stall with Kayne right behind me.
“Stay there,” he orders. Mr. Bossy is never far away.
With my back to him, I’m suddenly very aware of what can happen in situations like these. I brace myself for his hands. Not in a bad way, but in a domineering, I’m going to take you right here right now and you have nothing to say about it way. But Kayne surprises me. Instead of going straight for the kill like I’m expecting, he starts to wash my hair. Massaging my scalp in such a way it almost doesn’t feel like him. Or does it? I remember those times. Those faint moments when he touched me with such tenderness it actually felt like he loved me. Back then, I couldn’t decipher, but now his intentions are very clear.
“How does that feel?”
“So good.” I close my eyes and get lost in the ministrations of his fingers.
“It’s longer.”
“What’s longer?”
“Your hair. It’s lighter and longer. I like it.”
“More of it for you to pull,” I tease.
“That’s not what I was getting at.” He tugs gently.
“You couldn’t resist.”
“You planted the seed. I was trying to be nice.”
“And you are,” I moan as he presses harder.
“Good to know I can elicit sounds from you theniceway.”
“It’s a pleasant surprise for me, too.”
“I’m hoping to surprise you a lot during this vacation.” He spins me around and tips my head back to rinse out the soap.
“I’m keeping an open mind,” I speak with my eyes closed.
“I’m very thankful for that.” He drops a kiss on my lips, and then starts to lather my body, making sure he covers every curve.
I glance up at him through my wet eyelashes, darting my eyes away shyly once they meet his.
“Ask, Ellie.” Kayne brushes over my breasts, his hands sliding easily from the soap.
“How did you know?”
“I’m trained to read people, and I’ve made it my business to read you like a book.”
“What’s my tell?” I put my hand on my hip. I didn’t think I was that easy to pick apart.
“It’s your eyes. They’re too inquisitive, especially when something is on your mind. So ask me whatever you want to know. I’ll answer as honestly as I can.”
“Your honest side is refreshing.” I run my fingertips over his stomach, tracing the words etched on his ribs.A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars.
“I told you, I don’t want to keep anything from you. I only kept secrets for a reason. A very important reason,” he stipulates.
“I know.”
“Do you?” He lifts my chin with his finger.
“Yes. Now, I do.”
“Good. So ask already.”
