I chuckle softly at the uncertainty in her tone before rubbing the shampoo into her hair, gathering her thick strands into my hands to make sure it’s all covered. I try to focus on the task at hand, until Keeley’s head falls back and I find myself watching her, my fingers massaging her head. With her eyes closed, she lets out a soft moan, and my breath picks up speed.
When too much time has passed, I force my hands to gently let go, then fill up the cup she had on the counter, covering her eyes as I rinse out the foam.
“Look at you making sure I don’t get soap in my eyes.”
“What can I say? I’m a gentleman.”
Keeley’s lips pull into a sassy smile, and I smile right back even though she can’t see me.
I begin the conditioning process next, and she moans softly. “This feels so good. If you’re not careful, I’m going to force you to wash my hair for the rest of our lives.”
A breath catches in my throat, and it takes me a second to respond. “You make it sound like a punishment.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Absolutely not.”Especially if it means you’re planning a lifetime together.
We both fall silent as I rake my fingers through her hair, spreading the conditioner to the ends, and when I’m done, I straighten, shifting around to relieve some of the tension in my pants. Who would have thought this would make me hard?
“How long do you leave it in?” I ask, remembering Camilla used to take a ridiculously long time on her hair-washing days. The days before she started going to the salon twice a week so they could do it all for her.
Keeley giggles softly. “I’m impressed. A few minutes will be fine.”
“Okay.” I grab the loofah and squirt some body wash onto the burgundy sponge, before dipping it into the water and gliding it over Keeley’s back. She jolts before turning around with a smirk.
“Are you going to washmenow?”
“I am. If that’s okay?”
“It’s more than okay. Thank you.”
With a smile, I lather her back before sliding forward on the ledge, ignoring when water soaks through my pants.
I curve the sponge over her shoulder, then wrap an arm around her neck and lean forward to whisper in her ear, “Lie back. I’ve got you.”
She shivers but does as I ask, closing her eyes and trusting me to hold her.
I hold my breath as I glide the loofah across her collarbone, dipping between her breasts that are peeking out of the water.
My heart races as I lower my hand under the bubbles, reaching her belly button before stopping just above her center.
She parts her legs and I pull back quickly, stifling a groan. I want more. I want everything. And I want it now.
“Can you hold yourself up for a second? I’m going to finish your hair,” I rasp, filling the cup with water to rinse off the conditioner, standing the second I’m done. “Do you need to do anything else before I help you out?”
Keeley frowns but shakes her head. “No, I’m good. I actually washed myself before you arrived.” The hint of a smile tugs at her lips, and I can’t stop myself from returning it.
“Well, I appreciate you letting me do it again.”
“The pleasure was all mine.”
Ignoring her insinuating tone, I grab her towel before standing close to the ledge. “Out of curiosity, how were you planning on getting out if I wasn’t here?”
“I have no idea. I hadn’t planned that far in advance.”
“Give me your hands.” I chuckle before lifting her out of the water, waiting until she has her good leg over the side then helping her to stand, keeping my eyes on her face.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, raising a single manicured eyebrow as she grabs my shoulders for balance, her lips quirked into a grin. “Are you worried you’re going to lose your willpower if you see my dripping body?”
