Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
His cock twitches with the last of his release.
“I love you.” I kiss his shoulder. Our sweaty bodies cling to each other.
His mouth finds mine for a long, slow kiss.
“Love you,” he mumbles against my lips. “So much, baby.”
After a few heartbeats, his fog seems to clear. He searches my face. “You okay?”
I blink up at him. “I’m queen of the universe.”
His cheeks lift. “Yeah, you are.”
Carefully, he slips out of me and sets me on my feet. Whoa. My legs wobble. Warmth trails down my thigh.
“Come on. Let’s shower.” He rubs the pads of his fingers over my scalp. “Let me wash your hair.”
“You need to wash more than my hair.”
He rumbles with laughter. “You got it.”
I hug him from behind, plastering myself against his sweat-slicked back as he adjusts the shower for us. When the water’s just right, he pulls me inside.
“Much better today.” I sigh and step under the warm spray.
Behind me, there’s a click and a familiar creamy, cherry-vanilla scent fills the shower.
“Tip your head back.” Griff’s quiet rasp rises above the pattering water.
I sluice more water through my thick hair, thoroughly wetting it, then lean back. Griff carefully scrubs and massages shampoo into my scalp.
“Mmm. I could go back to sleep,” I murmur.
“I’m not opposed to spending the day in bed together.”
“But I should go home and get those boots.” My lips curve into a teasing smile, and I turn to see him.
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow and nods toward the sink. “You sure you want to try that again?”
“I’ll keep trying anything with you until we get it right.”
“How’d I get so lucky?” He reaches for my hair. “Rinse.”
I tilt my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Conditioner?” I ask, groping blindly for a bottle.
“I got you.” A cap clicks and Griff’s hand on my shoulder guides me to turn around again. He slowly works the conditioner through my hair.
“Your turn.” I stick my face under the spray, rinsing suds from my eyes. “I want to let this sit before washing it out.”
He chuckles. “You can’t reach my hair.”
“Sure I can. Bend over.” I reach for the few bottles lined up on the shelf. A jumbo-sized dark-green bottle. Evergreen and cedar all-in-one. That explains Griff’s woodsy scent. My gaze lands on two small gold bottles. “You use the same shampoo I do?”
“No.” He grabs the big green bottle and pours a generous amount in his palm. “But I know you’re particular about what you put in your hair.”
I swallow hard, overcome by a rush of emotion. “Thank you.”
“Unfortunately, I only have one option for bodywash.” He holds up his foamy hands.
I giggle and lift my arms over my head. “Soap me up, Stonewall.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He moves in close, thoroughly rubbing and sliding his hands over me.
“Did you ask Remy what I use?” I nod to the bottles.
He frowns. “You think that’s a conversation I wanted to have with him?” He pitches his voice in a deep, fake-conversational tone. “Hey, bro, give me a list so I can stock my apartment with Molly’s stuff for when she sleeps over.” He motions for me to turn around. “After he specifically said, ‘no sleepovers.’”
“That was before my birthday,” I scoff.
“He never lifted the ban.” He presses his body against my back and cups my breasts. “We’re breaking the law, Ms. Holt,” he says against my ear.
“Ooopsie.” I lean back against his slick, warm body. “Too bad, so sad.”
He rumbles with laughter. “I know he’s a pain sometimes, but he really wants what’s best for you.”
“Why do you think I haven’t smothered him in his sleep, yet?”
“Brutal.” He chuckles. “Final rinse. We’re losing hot water.” He pulls the showerhead down and floods my hair, then sprays my body while I shut my eyes and hold my breath.
Outside the shower, Griff hands me a fluffy purple towel. “Darcy told me the college guy she was dating didn’t even own towels,” I say as I wrap my hair into a neat beehive on top of my head.
He snorts. “I’m grimy all day at work. I like to come home at night and get clean.”
He hands me another towel and I quickly rub it over my body, then pull it around and tie it over my chest. “Thanks.”
He hooks his fingers around the edge of the mirror and pries it away from the wall with a screech of metal. “Made sure I had this here for you too.”
I drop my gaze to the small, clear bottle in his hand. My favorite hair serum. “Griff, that stuff’s expensive,” I protest.
“So?” He shrugs. “Told you I want you to feel comfortable when you’re here.” His lips quirk. “And take lots of showers with me.”
Laughing, I pour a nickel-sized amount in my palm and smooth it through my hair. Griff searches through a drawer and hands me a wide-toothed comb. Thank God. I was scared I’d have to use his fine-toothed one.