Page 19 of Rock

She stepped in with him, holding his hand in a tight grip. Her gaze ran up and down his body. “You’re like one of those statues of a god I’ve studied in art class.”

He smiled at her. “You could pose naked on a chaise lounge and hundreds of people would gather to sketch you.”

“Mmm. Should I do that?” she teased.

“Fuck no. Never.” He faced her under the water, cupped her breasts, and kissed her. “All mine,” he growled.

She shivered and bit her lip.

They stared at each other for a long time while the water ran over them. He knew they were thinking the same thing.Was she really his? For more than tonight? It was going to be complicated, but he vowed to make it work. Somehow.

Breaking the intense connection, he grabbed the shampoo, poured some in his palm and turned her around to wash her hair.

“God, that feels good. I’m going to smell like you. Do you think anyone will notice?”

“I don’t know. Guess you better take another shower when you get home and not test that theory.”

“Not a chance. I’m not going to bathe for days. I want your scent to linger on me.”

He chuckled as he angled her head under the stream of water. “Close your eyes, Little Lyla.”

“You make me feel so cherished,” she whispered.

“That’s the idea.”

He put conditioner in next and let it sit while he grabbed the body soap. He took his time, lingering on her breasts until she was panting and arching toward him.

When he reached between her legs, he found her drenched and not just from the shower. She parted her feet for him and let him play with her folds until she grabbed his arm and started panting.

He stopped.

She whined. “Daddy. That’s mean.”

He laughed and tipped her head back again. “Your next orgasm will be even sweeter if I keep you on edge for a while.”

After a groan, she grabbed the shampoo and jerked it from the rack. “My turn.”

He took a step back and tipped his head forward so she could lather his hair. After he rinsed, she started on his body. She eventually found his cock and tormented him, turning the table and stroking his length until he thought he might come in her hand.

She released him. “You’re right. That’s kind of fun.”

He groaned and grabbed her for a kiss. “Naughty, naughty girl.”

She giggled, the sound going straight to his cock.

He turned off the water. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. I need to taste you again.”

Her smile was infectious as he dried her off and then himself. He tried to wring her hair out as much as possible before grabbing his comb. “Face the mirror, Baby girl.”

She whimpered. “You’re going to comb my hair? We could do that later. How about we go back to bed first?”

He gave her pink bottom a swat. “How about you obey Daddy and face the mirror?”

Her breath hitched as she grabbed the edge of the counter. Her fucking hot breasts hung in front of her, enticing him to suckle them again.

Soon. Drag this out. Make her beg.

Rock took his time working all the tangles out of her hair before setting the comb down and crowding her against the vanity. He trapped her with his hands on top of hers and kissed behind her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered because he knew it would make her shiver.

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