Page 70 of Reckless

I laugh and dart into the shower, letting out a squeal when he smacks myass.

Why is he so much fun? He works tirelessly every day, his brow furrowed as he slaves in the barn, only to be this flirty, sweet guy when he comeshome.

Home.

My heart warms at that word and how I’ve come to associate it with Ethan and hisfamily.

He joins me a moment later—stark naked—and my girly parts spasm at the sight. The man is built like one of his horses. Sleek, smooth,strong.

And veryhung.

He wraps me in his arms, my back to his chest. Like this, his impressive erection thumps against my rear, and I expect him to ravish me, but instead, he nibbles myneck.

“Let’s wash yourhair.”

And he does. Working in the shampoo until I’m covered in bubbles and a lovely grapefruitscent.

The feeling of his strong hands massaging my scalp has me wanting to purr and curl up at his feet like hispet.

After rinsing it out, he repeats the motions withconditioner.

I’m a wrung-out mass of relaxed muscle by the time he’s done. My eyelids droop, my breath is a slow, labored effort, and my entire body feelsboneless.

“How are you so good at this?” I cringe at my question, because do I really want to know about his experiences with his ex-wife or former girlfriends?Yeah,no.

The thought of him with other women is enough to send a sharp shard of jealousy through me. Even though that’s ridiculous. We’re only starting out. Barely becoming awe. I can’t become a crazy jealous lover if we’re hardly evenlovers.

I brace myself, just in case, but the effort isunnecessary.

“I have two kids, remember?” But then he kisses my neck and murmurs, “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, though, because I’ve never washed a woman’s hairbefore.”

All that anxiety melts away like a thunderstorm dissolving into thehorizon.

How was he married and yet this is the first time? Isn’t this something a husband does for his wife from time totime?

Because, yeah, if Ethan were my husband, I’d want the deluxe package. Hair-washing, conditioning, and steamy shower sex. On theregular.

My heart does a happy skip in my chest at the thought of Ethan being mine in a permanent kind ofway.

Calm down, crazy. He hasn’t asked you to pick out weddinginvitations.

His big hands land on my hips and slowly turn me, and I’m smiling from all of his attention. From knowing I’m the first woman he’s touched likethis.

Standing in the shower, with water pulsing down and warm, amber lights shimmering from above, I’m overwhelmed by him. By the stubble across his strong jaw. By the electricity in his eyes. By the sleek strength of hisbody.

“I’ve never had a guy wash my hair.” I’m not sure why, but I feel shy and stare at his chest when I say this. “You’re going to spoilme.”

I swallow. The barest parts of me just beneath my skin feel so thirsty, like I’ve survived a long drought waiting for the rain. Waiting forhim.

With one finger, he tilts my head so I have to look up at his beautifulface.

He smiles and leans down to brush his lips against mine. “Good. Because thinking about some other guy touching you like this makes me insane.” One more kiss, this time to my shoulder. “And I’d gladly wash your hair every day,sweetness.”

This is too fast. Too crazy. Too soon,a voice in my head screams, my limbs goingweak.

Closing my eyes, I try not to getoverwhelmed.

No, I want this.I’ve wanted this all summer, if I’m being honest withmyself.

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