Page 116 of Best Kind of Trouble
“I’m taking care of you,” I reply, using one hand to start rubbing the shampoo in while I return the other to its rightful spot between her legs. “All the way.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers, arcing into my touch.
But I can’t rinse the shampoo out with only one hand, andthere’s something else I want to see—another sight to memorize in case she’s taken from me.
“I need both of my hands to finish up your hair, Princess,” I whisper into her ear. “You’d better take care of yourself while I finish.”
She looks back at me, her eyes full of desire, and I get a little bit harder. Something that shouldn’t be possible. She keeps her gaze locked on mine as she removes one hand from the wall and reaches between her legs.
I do the only thing I can and lean in and kiss her wet lips before rinsing the rest of the shampoo from her hair and massaging the conditioner in. All the while, she continues to pleasure herself, her body responding with small gasps and shudders, and finally I can’t take it anymore. I fist a hand in her slick hair and bend my knees enough that I’m level.
“You can stop fucking yourself, Princess,” I say. “I’m going to take over.”
A glorious sound escapes her, and she pulls her hand away, slapping it against the wall.
I don’t wait. I can’t?—
I’m already lined up, and I thrust into her in one long stroke.
It feels so good, I nearly lose my balance and wipe out on the wet tiles. She pushes back, deepening our contact, and I use my hand in her hair to turn her head enough so I can press another desperate kiss to her mouth as I pull out and, using my grip on her hip, press back in. Then I do it again, still kissing her, because I want nothing more than to lose myself in her again.
We keep moving together, the water spraying down on us, and again, I feel something inside of me, slumbering for too long, awakening.
She breaks her mouth away from mine for just a moment, to say, “I’m so close, Liam. I’m?—”
She doesn’t need to say another word. I feel her clenchingaround me, and the sensation is so overwhelmingly good that I lose myself with her. Maybe I find myself too, because right now—still buried inside her, our bodies pressed together—I feel at peace.
It’s possible she feels it too, because when I finally start to pull out, she reaches around and coaxes me back. “Just for another second.”
I squeeze her close, and after I finally pull away, I help her rinse her hair.
We dry off and pull on our clothes—silent but in an almost worshipful way, not uncomfortable at all. When we’re dressed, Briar takes her brush out to the living area and sits down at the small table.
“Will you let me braid it?” I ask.
It’s not the sort of thing I’d say at the boxing gym, definitely not in front of Mick, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.
Her brows knit together. “Most men don’t know how to take care of long hair.”
“I’m not most men.”
She hands the brush over.
I section her golden hair and slowly pull the brush through each part, careful not to tug against her scalp.
She peers back at me as I start to weave her long tresses into a braid.
“No, Briar,” I say, deciding to answer the unasked question. “I don’t know how to do this because I’m a man-whore or because I used to work in a hair salon. You know our mother left when we were little, and Hannah was a few years younger than me. I learned how from the internet so I could help her.”
I pull the elastic from my wrist and use it to tie the end of the braid. Maybe she’ll give it back to me, and it will smell like her for another few days.
She turns in the chair, her eyes full of worry. “I don’t want to get between you and Hannah. I love Hannah too.”
“I know you do,” I say, brushing my fingers across her cheek. “Thank you for that. I like knowing she’s got other people looking out for her. But we’re not going to worry about Hannah right now. Not today. I think we should just spend time together. We’ll figure the rest out later. Now, what do you usually do at this time of morning? Walk me through your day.”
Worry still shines in her eyes, but she smiles. “I usually do some yoga before I head to work.”
“Okay, let’s do yoga.”
