Page 175 of Fierce Storm
“Of course.” I stride toward the door and hesitate before stepping inside, my heart jolting when I find her.Fuck.
She’s in the bath, her cast resting up on the edge, her head dropped back, her face pinched in what I assume to be frustration.
My gaze drops to her nipples floating on the top of the water, and I swallow a lump in my throat, ignoring my cock as it twitches. “Are you okay?” I rasp before coughing to clear my throat. “Do you need help?”
“I do. And I really hate that. I thought I had everything close by, but I grabbed two conditioners instead of the shampoo.” She huffs as she points toward the shower and the lone bottle sitting on the ledge.
“How did you even get in there?”
“It wasn’t easy. But I couldn’t go another day without a shower and since I can’t do that without getting my cast wet, this is the alternative.”
“You should have told me; I could have wrapped your cast in a bag or something.”
“Believe it or not, I wanted to do something on my own. I wanted my boyfriend to come home to a clean girl.”
“I don’t mind you being dirty.” I hide my smile until Keeley’s eyes flash to mine, and she stifles a laugh.
“You’re the one holding back, Sir. That’s not on me.”
“I’ve been doing that foryou, Miss.”
“I know. I know. Anyway, can you pass me the shampoo so I can wash my hair? I’d love to feel somewhat normal today.”
“Of course.” The water sloshes as I turn toward the shower, and my mind conjures images of Keeley’s naked body lifting from the water, making me internally curse myself. Now is not the time for my dick to get hard.
I grab the shampoo, and when I look back at Keeley, she’s under the water, giving me a full view of her body since she’s now lying down.
And my God, is she glorious.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen her naked, though it is the first time I’ve felt like it’s not forbidden.
After a beat, she sits up and wipes her face, holding her hand out for the bottle, but I can’t seem to hand it over. I’m not sure why I’m hesitating until I realize I don’t want to leave.
“Let me,” I tell her.
“What?” Keeley’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Let me wash your hair.” I put the bottle down and take off my jacket, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt while Keeley watches my every move in the mirror. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth, brushing along her parted lips before she traps a lip between her teeth, forcing me to look away.
“Can you move down slightly?” I ask as I sit on the edge of the bath behind her head, pouring shampoo into my hand.
“You’re serious?” she probes as she shuffles forward, giving me some space.
“Deadly. Only, I’ve never washed someone else’s hair.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Not even…” She trails off, laughing to herself. “Never mind. My question would have made things weird.”
“Paige?” I wager a guess.
“Yep.” Her nose scrunches and I chuckle.
“Not even Paige. We had nannies to do that.”
“Right. Okay. Well, feel free to give it a go.”
