Page 21 of Finders Keep Her
“You know we can’t have sex,” I blurt out again. It’s been quiet for too long. He turns me around so my back is to him.
“We’re not having sex.”
“Why not?” My shoulders drop. “I mean, yeah, that’s what I said. Your cock will split me in half.”
“I’d never hurt you, little fox.” Ronan starts to wash my hair for me, making me tilt my head back. “Only want to take care of you.”
“Your cock says otherwise,” I mutter, my eyes closing as he massages my head. It’s like my mouth is on auto-pilot, and I can’t turn it off.
“In time you’ll see.”
Forget time. I’m going to stand here and let him wash my hair. I had no clue it could feel this good. I’m not sure how long he has been washing my hair, but he seems as though he’s enjoying it as much as I am. I can’t help the little sound of disappointment I make when he stops. That is until he starts washing the rest of me.
He starts with my back, his fingers moving down to my ass. I suck in a breath, trying to keep it together. His rough touch is sweetly soft. Not sure how that's possible, but that's really the theme of the day at this point.
“Ro,” I let out a small gasp when his hand brushes the underside of my breast.
“Ro?” He kisses my neck as his hand fully cups my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple. They grow tighter, feeling heavier. He moves to the other breast, rubbing the soap suds into my skin.
His fingers trail down farther. I close my eyes when his hand cups my sex before he begins to stroke me there too. I bite my lip each time his fingers brush my clit. I want to cry out when he takes his hand away to turn off the water.
“Don’t move.” Ronan steps out, grabbing a couple of towels before coming back over to me. He dries us both off, his fingers still grazing me randomly. I press my thighs together. The ache is growing more painful.
“You’re teasing me,” I huff.
“Taking care of you.” He sits me on the sink counter again. I watch him step back into my bedroom. Then I glance down at myself, remembering I’m freaking naked, but my body is so relaxed it feels like mush right now. I can’t move on my own.
"Will you wear this for me, or do you want something else?" He has a pair of lavender panties in one hand. The other is a shirt.
"I'll wear that." I am quick to want to please him. Why? Not a clue, but at least he asked. I let him dress me before he then starts to brush my hair.
"Need this," I tell him, grabbing the spray bottle off the counter.
"What is this for?"
"Helps with tangles and stuff in my hair."
"Show me so I know."
"So you know?" I laugh, simply spraying it on my hair.
"Yes, I should know the things I need to do to make sure you’re taken care of properly. Every single detail matters.”
"Why?" I peer up at him through my lashes.
"For next time."
"You're pretty sure of yourself.” I one thousand percent want there to be a next time. But I gotta keep him on his toes.
“I know a good thing when I see it. I’m keeping you.”
“Keeping me?”
“Keeping you safe.” He gives me a small nod. “Mine.”
“What if I don’t want that?” Who am I kidding? I’ve been stalking him. Not that I’ll ever admit that out loud.
“Give me time.”
