Page 154 of Broken Daddy
He crouched in front of her. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
“I haven’t . . . I haven’t shaved in days,” she said with a hint of shame and embarrassment.
“Want me to shave you as well?” he asked matter-of-factly as he took her panties down and off her legs.
She let out a strange noise and he glanced up to see she was bright red.
“You . . . you can’t do that!”
Hayes shook his head. “Of course I can, baby girl. I want to give you whatever you need. Maybe next shower, though.”
He tried not to stare too hard at her body. Her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. He could clearly see her ribs and it concerned him.
He kept those concerns to himself though as he helped her sit so he could wrap up her sore arm to protect it from the water. Once that was done, he stripped off his top. He was bound to get wet, helping her shower and he wanted something dry to get changed into.
Another strange noise came from her. This time when he glanced at her, he saw that she was staring at his bare chest with round eyes.
Her mouth was parted slightly and a surge of satisfaction filled him.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” he asked.
“You . . . um . . . I . . . yes,” she breathed out. “Very much like.”
“That’s good,” he told her. “I’m going to strip down to my boxers, all right? But they won’t come off. It’s just in case I get wet.”
“Okay. That sounds reasonable. Uh-huh. You should just take it all off.”
“All of it, huh?” he asked with amusement.
“Yeah, all of it. Wow, you’re so muscular. And gorgeous. Sexy. I like the chest hair.”
“Glad you like the chest hair, baby,” he told her as he picked her up again to sit her down on the bench in the shower.
Grabbing the detachable shower head, he checked the temperature of the water before he used it to wet her.
“How is that?” he asked as he put the shower head away so he could grab the soap.
“Good, Daddy. I want a bath, though.”
“A bath would be easier.”
“And then I could have bubbles.”
Hayes started washing her. He moved as quickly as he could, not wanting her to get cold.
“Yep, you could have bubbles and Daddy could take his time washing you.” He rinsed her off before grabbing the shampoo to do her hair. By the time he had washed her hair, she was starting to shiver.
Yeah, a bath would be much better.
He turned off the shower and picked up a towel. “Urgh, this thing is like sandpaper and it’s thin. I’ll get Donovan to pick you up some decent towels.”
“It’s o-okay, I don’t need n-new towels.”
“Yes, you do. This piece of crap is going to wipe off a layer of skin.”
“I r-really don’t.”
He wrapped her hair in one towel and her body in another before picking her up.
