Page 52 of Time To Live Again

“Um.” She pauses, staring at the hairdryer, then at me. “Sure. As long as I can do yours. Even trade.”

I usually let my hair air-dry because blow-drying it makes me look like a poodle instead of a lion. But hell, I’m up for some laughs. “Anything you want.”

“I’ll remember that later on.”

I take the dryer from her and let her brush her hair out one more time. This is mind-boggling, and it’s hard to mask my emotions. I can’t keep my eyes off her natural beauty.

She pulls out the wide cushioned stool from under the counter and sits on it, facing the mirror. “I’m ready. It doesn’t have to be completely dry.”

I stand behind the stool and turn the dryer on low. She drops her head back slightly, closes her eyes, and relaxes her shoulders. As the air blows the strands around, I inhale deeply, smiling when the familiar floral scent of her shampoo overpowers the bathroom.

Her hair dries faster than I would’ve liked, and I turn off the dryer. Her eyes flutter open. “That was nice. I was ready to fall asleep.”

“Want me to brush it again?” I’m going to get on her nerves.

Her face lights up. “Yes. It’s so relaxing.”

I brush through the knots, and she doesn’t complain. “I love what you did to your hair. Did Tonya push you to do it? She has the power of persuasion.”

“Not really. We were talking to her hairdresser, and I had an impulse. She encouraged me, too. It worked out that she had time. New hair, new clothes…it works wonders.”

“I’m glad you had fun and it wasn’t awkward.”

“Not at all. Tonya is a force to be reckoned with, though.”

“You’ve got that right.” I place the brush on the counter. “My turn.”

She stands and points to the other robe hanging on the wall. “Put that on. You must be cold.”

I wave it off. “Nah. I’m good. I run warm most of the time.”

She raises her hand close to my shoulder, then gently glides her fingertips down my arm. “I can confirm. Hot to touch.”

She taps the seat, and I sit in front of her. It feels incredible as she brushes through my curls and the warm heat from the blow-dryer swirls over my shoulders. If I had a tail, it’d be wagging, and my tongue would be hanging out the side.

When she turns off the hairdryer a few minutes later, she says, “I’m jealous of your curls. Never cut your hair. It’s too sexy.” Her fingers tickle my scalp as she runs them through.

“Even when I look like a poodle on a humid day?” I point to the fluff ball on my head.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders from behind and kisses my cheek. “Should I call you Fluffy now?”

Our eyes lock in the mirror, and without warning, bolts of electricity consume the oxygen in the air. Every molecule and cell in my body vibrates. I turn my head and our mouths collide, our tongues and lips fight for dominance. She releases her hold and I push the stool back, then loop my arm around her waist and pull her between my legs. The robe opens and I push the material to the sides, exposing her delectable skin. My hands skim up her ribs, my thumbs trace under her breasts, then blaze a trail down her hips to her generous ass.

A contented hum escapes her lips. “Our talk can wait a few more minutes.” She bends over and flicks my towel open, exposing how hard I am again. “This won’t take long.”

I’m all for it. No more words need to be spoken. There is no tenderness with our kissing, only pure, unadulterated lust. Sucking. Biting. I guide her onto my lap, and she sinks down onto me, her heat almost unbearable. Grunts and gasps echo off the walls. For a moment, we don’t move, enjoying the feeling of our bodies connected again. Her robe slips off her shoulders and hangs from the crook of her arms. She moves up and down, and we catch sight of ourselves in the mirror. I’ve never done this before, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s the best kind of torture.

“You bring out a side of me I didn’t know I had,” she says with a shuddering breath. “You being inside of me is indescribable.”

I wrap one arm around her lower back and rock her against me while I massage her breast with my other hand. She pushes her chest forward, urging me on.

She tilts her head back and looks toward the mirror. I’m captivated by her hungry gaze reflected in the glass as she watches us. “Kiss me,” I beg. “I need to taste you again.”

She grabs fistfuls of my hair, angles my head to where she wants me, and claims my lips with a searing kiss I know I’ll feel for days. Our breaths quicken and the sounds of passion fill the room. I don’t know if they’re coming from me or her or both of us. Her hands land on my shoulders, squeezing them like a vise.

“I’m almost there, baby,” I whisper against her swollen lips.

The mix of her body vibrating against mine and her sexy moans set me off. The pain turns to pleasure. I jerk my hips one more time and scream her name as her insides contract around me. Our exquisite moans blend as we hold each other in a gripping hug.

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