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Frowning, he sank down a second time, glaring at me past his flared nostrils. “Stop acting like she’s a burden—”

“Hey!” I barked, genuinely offended. “I ain’t never even suggested that.”

His expression softened, his brows lifting a bit. “You always treated her like your own.”

“And I ain’t never gonna stop. Can I do this, please?”

He huffed and turned his profile to me to stare at the ceiling. Trying to hide my apprehension, I began dragging the cloth over his chest, my insides fluttering. Probably being more inquisitive than necessary, my body temperature was rising the more my breaths shallowed. Very slowly, I took my time, enjoying this far more than I should.

Dipping the cloth into the soap to wet it again, I rub it along his side, holding his wrist to lift his arm so I could clean his armpit. Gently setting it back down, the cloth traveled across his chest, to wipe the crook of his neck. As I leisurely went higher, I choked on an inhale and lunged backward when I found him staring intently in that dangerous, smoldering way he had.

My pulse racing, I gulped a couple breaths, cleared my throat, and re-wet the cloth, being a lot less “interested” in the sponge bath. Moving along rather quickly, I froze just below his navel to gawk at a very beautiful, fully erect cock…taunting… making my mouth water.

I licked my lips and gulped, trying to stay composed. My hand shaking, my focus never leaving it, I twisted to lather up the cloth once more and then hesitated before cupping his balls with the warm cloth.

A low, husky groan rumbled from his chest, and it flexed. A second time, I pulled away, panting. Closing my eyelids, I pressed the back of my wrist to my forehead, counting to ten. In control of my emotions, I rushed through the process, making sure everything was clean.

Done, I tossed the rag into the clean bowl to rinse it out, my lungs burning from not taking a proper breath. From his head down to his toes, I cleaned every inch. By the time it was over, perspiration was covering my face and my stomach was cramping.

Very hastily, I tossed the rag into the bowl and stood, the chair’s feet grating the floor. Snatching them, I grumbled under my breath when water splashed out to the floor. Angrily stomping to the bathroom, I dumped them down the sink and rinsed out the cloth.

“Hey, Vin?”

My insides sank and my eyelids closed. Leaning into my palms on the edge of the counter, I called out, “Yeah?”

“Can you give me a shave?”

I stood upright and stood in the doorway, frowning. “What?”

He was rubbing at his jaw, scratching. “I hate beards. Can you get rid of this?”

“You want me to shave you? With a razor?”

“I trust you,” he snorted, propping a fist under his head to see me better.

That fuzziness returning, my head tilted as I casually strolled closer. Examining every line, dip, and curve of his face, I sat down on the chair again. “You wanna be shaved?”

His eyelids were rounded, his own breathing laboring. Holding my stare, his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah,” he croaked.

The back of my knuckles caressed along his jawline and his lashes fluttered. “You look so damn sexy with a beard, though,” I admitted with a low, gravelly tone.

His eyelids snatched open and his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling quickly.

Picking up his hand, I pressed his palm to mine and circled my head around, gently rubbing my hair into it. “See how soft it is?”

His brows creased high, his thumb stroking without my coaxing. Letting him go, his hand remained, his sight searching my features.

I rose from the chair and lowered to my knee on the edge of the mattress, leaning in close. He groaned and closed his eyes again, lifting his chin to let me graze my beard against his face.

“That don’t feel good, Dario?”

“Yes,” he whispered, panting heavily.

Ignoring the discomfort it was creating, I slowly dragged my short beard down his chest. He jerked and suddenly stopped breathing, his stomach sinking. I smiled, circling my cheek over his navel.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned, his stomach shaking a bit.

Turning to my other cheek so I could stare up his torso, I moved a little lower. Purposely avoiding his cock, I grazed his pelvis and inner thighs.