Page 28 of Midsummer Masquerade
His hands move to take over, and after a little patience, he manages to free my hair. His fingers slowly work through the tangles, and he shuffles behind me. I glance over my shoulder,seeing him reach for the shampoo. And then his fingers press into my scalp.
I tense, the action so intimate and unexpected that it catches me off guard. He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
“What is it? Am I being too rough?” he asks, the pressure of his fingers easing.
“No, it’s just I’ve never had a guy wash my hair before.” I swallow. “This is a first for me.”
He moves to kiss my exposed throat. “It’s a first for me too.”
Something about that knowledge warms a deep part of me.
Chapter 15
Tobias
Bow is like putty in my hands as I finish rinsing her hair. I love how pliable she is, her body leaning into me, the last of the suds rippling down her luscious curves as I shower her off.
I grab one of the towels and lay it around her shoulders, then find one for her hair and another for myself. I dry off before wrapping it around my waist.
She bends over, her hair falling in waves towards the floor as she twists the towel around it before righting herself. Somehow, she makes even that look sexy as hell.
Stepping into my room, I walk over to my chest of drawers and pull out one of my t-shirts. When I return, I find her about to start drying off.
“May I?” I ask, using the soft cotton to pat her body dry, loving the way her skin pebbles and her nipples harden, especially when I move between her thighs.
“Stay with me,” I say as I drop to my knees to dry her legs.
I stare up at her expectantly and watch as she chews on her bottom lip, contemplating my request before giving a small nod.
Smiling, I rise to my full height and lean in to kiss her. It’s slow and deliberate before I pull back.
“Arms up,” I murmur, and she complies so beautifully as I pull the t-shirt over her head, dislodging the towel wrapped around her hair and sending it tumbling to the floor.
I’ll clean up the bathroom later. Reaching for her hand, I lead her into my room and settle her on the ottoman.
“Do you need a hair dryer?” I ask, noting how the ends of her hair leave small droplets on the cotton of the t-shirt she’s wearing.
“If you have one,” she replies, tilting her head.
“I do. I’ll be right back.”
I retrieve the one from the guest room. It’s one I keep in case my mum or sister visit. Returning, I plug it in, and she goes to take it from me, but I shake my head.
I move behind her, switching it on, and get to work drying her ends.
“Thank you,” she says, her cheeks turning pink. “Do you do that often?” she asks, and I let out a laugh as I finish up before laying it on the dresser.
“No, but when my mum worked shifts, I’d help my little sister growing up.”
“That’s really sweet of you,” she says.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called sweet before,” I admit, pulling open a drawer. I grab a pair of boxers and drop my towel.
I love the way her breath hitches, and her eyes appear more intense as she follows my every move. I tug up the boxers and adjust my semi-hard cock. What can I say? She does things to me.
“My eyes are up here,” I say, waiting for hers to connect with mine. The blush on her cheeks extends down her neck and disappears beneath the cotton of her t-shirt. Unable to deny myself, I lean over and tug it away from her chest to see her pert nipples.
I am more than ready to play again, but when I glance back up, her eyelids are heavier with sleep than before.
