super-soft.
“Lean forward,” I order and Christian complies. Draping the towel around his
shoulders, I then turn on the taps and fill the sink with a mix of warm water.
“Lean back.” Oh, I like being in charge. Christian leans back, but he’s too tall.
He shifts the seat forward then tilts back the entire chair until the top rests
against the sink. Perfect distance. He tips back his head. Bold eyes gaze up
at me, and I smile down at him. Taking one of the drinking glasses we keep
on the vanity, I dip it into the water and tip it over Christian’s head, soaking
his hair. I repeat the process, leaning over him.
“You smell so good, Mrs. Grey,” he murmurs and closes his eyes. As I
methodically wet his hair, I freely gaze at him. Holy cow. Will I ever tire of
this? Long dark lashes fan across his cheeks; his lips part a little, creating a
small, dark diamond shape, and he inhales softly. Hmm . . . how I long to
poke my tongue—
I splash water into his eyes. Shit! “Sorry!”
He grabs the corner of the towel and laughs as he wipes the water out of his
eyes.
“Hey, I know I’m an arse, but don’t drown me.”
I lean down and kiss his forehead, giggling. “Don’t tempt me.”
Reaching up, he curls his hand behind my head and shifts so that he
captures my lips with his. He kisses me briefly, making a low contented
sound in his throat. The noise connects to the muscles deep in my belly. It’s a
very seductive sound. He releases me and lies back obediently, gazing up at
me with expectation. For a moment he looks vulnerable, like a child. It tugs at
my heart.
I squirt some shampoo into my palm and massage it into his scalp,
beginning at his temples and working over the top of his head and down the
sides, circling my fingers rhythmically. He closes his eyes again and makes
that low humming sound again.
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“That feels good,” he says after a moment and relaxes beneath the firm touch
of my fingers.
“Yes it does.” I kiss his forehead once more.
“I like it when you scratch my sca
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