A Beautiful Thought (The Beautiful Series) by Alicia Rae Page B

with his nakedness. He was definitely not the shy type.
    “You’re evil”—I shook my head, making him snicker—“for trying to distract me and all.” I forced myself to drop my own clothes while ignoring his heavenly body.
    I felt his eyes lingering on me, and I thought two could play at this game, so I spun around and bent forward to turn on the shower. I wiggled my ass at him because I knew he loved it so. I reached my hand under the water to test the temperature as his hands connected with my bare skin.
    “Oh, baby, you can’t tease me like this when we’re on a time schedule,” he chided, his tone laced with a deep, raw lust.
    In jest, I gently slapped his hand away.
    “Who’s being the evil one now?” He laughed.
    “Serves you right.” I winked over my shoulder before stepping under the hot water. It felt delightful on my cool skin.
    Damon entered behind me as I reached for the shampoo. He grabbed the bottle out of my hands and gathered me in his arms. His eyes glowed with the happiness I felt. He bent forward and gave me a scorching, toe-curling kiss, one that I eagerly returned. His mouth dominated mine while his body gently pushed me beneath the showerhead, effectively drenching us, before I found my back against the cool tile.
    Desire for him spread within me, and all essence of time disappeared. I threw my hands around his nape and reveled in the sensations he awakened in me. Damon broke away, leaving us both breathing deeply. His skin glistened from the water pouring down the wide expansion of his chest. He brought his hand between us, lifting it, and his eyes twinkled with mischief as he shook his head.
    “We don’t have time, baby,” he said in a heated yet amused tone. “We are on a schedule.” He smirked.
    “Jerk,” I muttered under my breath, knowing he could hear me.
    “Serves you right,” he repeated my earlier words. He winked naughtily.
    I tilted my head at him, my expression full of amazement. “Guess you got me there, huh?”
    He grinned. “Yeah, I did,” he replied, pouring shampoo into the center of his palm.
    Damon set the bottle down, rubbed his hands together, and placed them on either side of my head while gazing into my eyes, almost as if he was asking for my permission. All I could do was nod because a man had never washed my hair before, and I was so taken by his gesture. He started lathering the shampoo into my hair. For such big hands, I was astonished by their tenderness. He stepped closer and cupped my neck with one hand, and he gently tipped my head back with the other, guiding me under the water. Next, he lathered me with conditioner and repeated the process.
    I returned the favor, stretching all the way onto the tip of my toes to reach the top of his head. His hair was smooth and soft to the touch. Afterward, we washed one another’s bodies with the same deliberate movements as though we were exploring each other in a whole new way.
    Damon and I exited the shower, dried off, and wrapped our towels around us. I strolled into my room and dressed in a beige halter-top dress. I came to a stop at the doorframe as Damon walked out in a black tee and his signature blue jeans. The look fit him so well.
    We both reentered the bathroom. I stepped in front of the small mirror to brush my damp hair. Damon stood next to me and lightly bumped into my hip, jostling me to the right from his strength.
    “Mirror hog.” He began combing his hair as he chuckled.
    “Hey!” I exclaimed.
    I steadied myself and then booty-bumped him right back, except he did not budge.
    He tipped his head down at me with a humorous expression. “That’s one of the many benefits of being an ox.”
    “Then, I guess I’m going to need to start building some muscle,” I retorted.
    “Nah, we just need to find a bigger mirror,” he countered, looking back at it.
    “That might be doable.” I beamed.
    Damon and I finished getting ready and took turns in front of the mirror, stealing glances at