just to give me peace of mind and reassurance that you are real and completely mine.”
Oh, dear, a deep clench down there is not what I need right now
, so just as Luke heads in for a kiss, I do the hardest thing I ever have to do to him, and that is deny him. I push him back gently; the shock on his face tells me this is not a normal act from me, so he puts his arms up to trap me against the wall of the shower, but I’m too quick for him and duck under his arm and away to keep a safe distance.
Who am I kidding? There’s no distance far enough.
As quick as a flash, he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him where we both know I belong, and as I hit his chest, his arms encompass me as I whisper, “I love you.” I really don’t want my gorgeous man upset at the thought of being pushed away.
Luke looks down at me smiling, so I know he’s okay and not brooding from my actions. I continue, “I love the way you look at me. I love the things you say to me. I love the way you touch me, and the way you always make me feel so special—which is a big feat considering the low opinion I have of myself most of the time.” I say it light-heartedly, but I look down wistfully at my embarrassed admittance of my low self-esteem to him. Luke puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head back up. “Don’t ever look down,” he says. “A beautiful girl like you should always have her head held high. You’re the most gorgeous, thoughtful and caring woman I’ve ever known.”
God knows he’s known a few
, I think to myself, but Luke breaks that thought by continuing, “The sooner you start seeing what I see, the happier you’ll be. That’s what I’m here for, Lizzy. It’s my job to ensure your happiness every single minute of every hour of every day.”
“Now let’s get washed and I’ll get you off to work,” Luke says smiling.
“Job well done then, Mr. Castle,” I say as I smile back at him, “because you make me extremely happy, always.” I pick up my Aveda shampoo, squirt it into my palm and start massaging my scalp and hair. By the time I open my eyes after rinsing the suds out, Luke has already finished washing with his signature Hermesshower gel and is stepping out of the shower. As I apply my conditioner, I watch him grab a white, fluffy towel, wrap it around his waist and saunter off to the bedroom area. I quickly wash my body with his shower gel. He doesn’t know it, but sometimes I do use it because I like having a waft of Luke pass my nose as I move about during the day. Even when he’s not with me, it seems like he is, and I smile at my little secret. I rinse my conditioner and turn the shower off. Stepping out of the marbled walls and onto the heated bathroom tiles, I wrap a smaller white towel around my hair, a larger one around my body and pad off to the bedroom area.
Luke’s already dressed as I enter the bedroom.
Wow, that man looks hot in a suit. Oh, damn, no more of these sorts of thoughts! I’m not going down that road again.
Denying myself this time, I pull out some designer, silk lingerie from my top drawer; I step into the silky thong, and then slip my arms into the bra and fasten it. I don’t know what label this underwear is, as I’m not really into all the designer gear like Luke is, but he bought these for me and they feel seriously incredible against my skin, almost like one of his soft caresses.
I roll on some deodorant and sit down at the vanity. I apply some tinted moisturiser to even out my rosy skin tone, which is flushed from the hot shower—and the other shower antics. I smile to myself thinking,
definitely no need for any blush today.
A quick flick of the mascara wand and some lip-gloss and I’m done. I take the towel from my hair and give it a rough dry with the hairdryer. I tie it into a low side-ponytail that hangs down across one silk-cupped breast. I pull out a wine-coloured dress with capped sleeves for work. I step into it and zip up the back; it fits perfectly.
Oh, dear, a deep clench down there is not what I need right now
, so just as Luke heads in for a kiss, I do the hardest thing I ever have to do to him, and that is deny him. I push him back gently; the shock on his face tells me this is not a normal act from me, so he puts his arms up to trap me against the wall of the shower, but I’m too quick for him and duck under his arm and away to keep a safe distance.
Who am I kidding? There’s no distance far enough.
As quick as a flash, he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him where we both know I belong, and as I hit his chest, his arms encompass me as I whisper, “I love you.” I really don’t want my gorgeous man upset at the thought of being pushed away.
Luke looks down at me smiling, so I know he’s okay and not brooding from my actions. I continue, “I love the way you look at me. I love the things you say to me. I love the way you touch me, and the way you always make me feel so special—which is a big feat considering the low opinion I have of myself most of the time.” I say it light-heartedly, but I look down wistfully at my embarrassed admittance of my low self-esteem to him. Luke puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head back up. “Don’t ever look down,” he says. “A beautiful girl like you should always have her head held high. You’re the most gorgeous, thoughtful and caring woman I’ve ever known.”
God knows he’s known a few
, I think to myself, but Luke breaks that thought by continuing, “The sooner you start seeing what I see, the happier you’ll be. That’s what I’m here for, Lizzy. It’s my job to ensure your happiness every single minute of every hour of every day.”
“Now let’s get washed and I’ll get you off to work,” Luke says smiling.
“Job well done then, Mr. Castle,” I say as I smile back at him, “because you make me extremely happy, always.” I pick up my Aveda shampoo, squirt it into my palm and start massaging my scalp and hair. By the time I open my eyes after rinsing the suds out, Luke has already finished washing with his signature Hermesshower gel and is stepping out of the shower. As I apply my conditioner, I watch him grab a white, fluffy towel, wrap it around his waist and saunter off to the bedroom area. I quickly wash my body with his shower gel. He doesn’t know it, but sometimes I do use it because I like having a waft of Luke pass my nose as I move about during the day. Even when he’s not with me, it seems like he is, and I smile at my little secret. I rinse my conditioner and turn the shower off. Stepping out of the marbled walls and onto the heated bathroom tiles, I wrap a smaller white towel around my hair, a larger one around my body and pad off to the bedroom area.
Luke’s already dressed as I enter the bedroom.
Wow, that man looks hot in a suit. Oh, damn, no more of these sorts of thoughts! I’m not going down that road again.
Denying myself this time, I pull out some designer, silk lingerie from my top drawer; I step into the silky thong, and then slip my arms into the bra and fasten it. I don’t know what label this underwear is, as I’m not really into all the designer gear like Luke is, but he bought these for me and they feel seriously incredible against my skin, almost like one of his soft caresses.
I roll on some deodorant and sit down at the vanity. I apply some tinted moisturiser to even out my rosy skin tone, which is flushed from the hot shower—and the other shower antics. I smile to myself thinking,
definitely no need for any blush today.
A quick flick of the mascara wand and some lip-gloss and I’m done. I take the towel from my hair and give it a rough dry with the hairdryer. I tie it into a low side-ponytail that hangs down across one silk-cupped breast. I pull out a wine-coloured dress with capped sleeves for work. I step into it and zip up the back; it fits perfectly.
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