easily. One look and I turned into a tomato.
Alex glanced down quickly, not commenting. I wondered if he knew Jordan was standing only a few feet away. I shook my head, it didn’t matter.
Once we got to the bathroom, he lowered me into the small tub , taking care to place my foot over the side. The placement was uncomfortable and gave Alex a clear view between my thighs.
The water was warm and I groaned at how good it felt lapping against my skin. I turned to tell Alex thank you, thinking he would leave me to my own washing. I was surprised to see him kneeling beside the tub with a cup and a washcloth.
“You a re going to use your arm for balance as I wash your hair.”
His tone let me know there would be no arguments. He was going to help me whether I wanted him to or not.
I slowly lowered my arm, revealing my heavy breast and placed it behind me so I could lean back a little. The move pushed my breast up, causing Alex’s gaze to sweep down. My nipples pebbled at the hot look he gave me and I let out a small gasp. There was no controlling it and I closed my eyes, not wanting him to see any more of my reactions.
Thankfully, he kept silent.
Using the cup, he began pouring water over my head and down my back. My cuts and scrapes stung a little, but soon they were a distant memory as Alex’s fingers began massaging my scalp with shampoo. The feeling was so seductive and yet so relaxing, it had my head tilting back with a soft moan.
My muscles softened as my body melted into his touch. It was the strangest sensation, to feel so relaxed and turned on at the same time. I felt boneless and yet my breast felt heavy and my nipple tightened. My sex tingled, begging for something else. I ignore d my body’s plea, keeping my eyes shut and just enjoyed as he took his time.
We both stayed silent as his fingers did their magic. He even used conditioner before rinsing my hair thoroughly.
Once h e was finished, I opened my heavy eyelids to see him switch from the cup to a washcloth. Before he could dip it into the water, I stopped him.
“I can do this part.”
I hated t he way my voice had turned deep and husky. I cleared my throat and shook my head, hoping to clear my fuzzy brain as well.
Alex’s eyes smoldered down at me then dropped to my mouth. His tongue snuck out over his bottom lip. His face was so close to mine and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he cleared his own throat and looked away.
“I’ll just wash your back.”
He did so, quickly and I wondered if he was trying to back off. Was the heat I felt sizzling between us one sided? Did he not want to give me the wrong impression or was it also becoming too much for him?
With a sigh, I took the cloth from him and washed up as he left to put the cup in the kitchen and change the bed sheets. He was gone for a few minutes, so I took my time, enjoying the warm bath.
I was still embarrassed about my weak bladder. I was impressed at how sweet and understanding he had been. I was also pissed that he was so considerate. He made it too easy to love him.
When he came back , I was finished and he grabbed the towel hanging on the rack beside the tub. He stared down at me a moment, his eyes scanning my nude form, as if he was memorizing every curve. My body warmed in his roving gaze. I wanted to cover myself again, but thought that would be ridiculous. He had already seen everything.
“Th is is going to be interesting.”
His words were completely off from what I had been thinking that I sat stunned, waiting for him to explain.
“Do you think if I stood you up, you could hold on to the towel bar while I dry you off?”
Of course, he wasn’t checking me out after all. He was only trying to figure out how best to get me out of the tub. I was mortified at how my body was responding to him and he wasn’t feeling a thing, I scoffed.
As I sat there berating myself for such foolish thoughts, I realized he was waiting for my answer. Instinctively I
Alex glanced down quickly, not commenting. I wondered if he knew Jordan was standing only a few feet away. I shook my head, it didn’t matter.
Once we got to the bathroom, he lowered me into the small tub , taking care to place my foot over the side. The placement was uncomfortable and gave Alex a clear view between my thighs.
The water was warm and I groaned at how good it felt lapping against my skin. I turned to tell Alex thank you, thinking he would leave me to my own washing. I was surprised to see him kneeling beside the tub with a cup and a washcloth.
“You a re going to use your arm for balance as I wash your hair.”
His tone let me know there would be no arguments. He was going to help me whether I wanted him to or not.
I slowly lowered my arm, revealing my heavy breast and placed it behind me so I could lean back a little. The move pushed my breast up, causing Alex’s gaze to sweep down. My nipples pebbled at the hot look he gave me and I let out a small gasp. There was no controlling it and I closed my eyes, not wanting him to see any more of my reactions.
Thankfully, he kept silent.
Using the cup, he began pouring water over my head and down my back. My cuts and scrapes stung a little, but soon they were a distant memory as Alex’s fingers began massaging my scalp with shampoo. The feeling was so seductive and yet so relaxing, it had my head tilting back with a soft moan.
My muscles softened as my body melted into his touch. It was the strangest sensation, to feel so relaxed and turned on at the same time. I felt boneless and yet my breast felt heavy and my nipple tightened. My sex tingled, begging for something else. I ignore d my body’s plea, keeping my eyes shut and just enjoyed as he took his time.
We both stayed silent as his fingers did their magic. He even used conditioner before rinsing my hair thoroughly.
Once h e was finished, I opened my heavy eyelids to see him switch from the cup to a washcloth. Before he could dip it into the water, I stopped him.
“I can do this part.”
I hated t he way my voice had turned deep and husky. I cleared my throat and shook my head, hoping to clear my fuzzy brain as well.
Alex’s eyes smoldered down at me then dropped to my mouth. His tongue snuck out over his bottom lip. His face was so close to mine and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he cleared his own throat and looked away.
“I’ll just wash your back.”
He did so, quickly and I wondered if he was trying to back off. Was the heat I felt sizzling between us one sided? Did he not want to give me the wrong impression or was it also becoming too much for him?
With a sigh, I took the cloth from him and washed up as he left to put the cup in the kitchen and change the bed sheets. He was gone for a few minutes, so I took my time, enjoying the warm bath.
I was still embarrassed about my weak bladder. I was impressed at how sweet and understanding he had been. I was also pissed that he was so considerate. He made it too easy to love him.
When he came back , I was finished and he grabbed the towel hanging on the rack beside the tub. He stared down at me a moment, his eyes scanning my nude form, as if he was memorizing every curve. My body warmed in his roving gaze. I wanted to cover myself again, but thought that would be ridiculous. He had already seen everything.
“Th is is going to be interesting.”
His words were completely off from what I had been thinking that I sat stunned, waiting for him to explain.
“Do you think if I stood you up, you could hold on to the towel bar while I dry you off?”
Of course, he wasn’t checking me out after all. He was only trying to figure out how best to get me out of the tub. I was mortified at how my body was responding to him and he wasn’t feeling a thing, I scoffed.
As I sat there berating myself for such foolish thoughts, I realized he was waiting for my answer. Instinctively I
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