Page 12 of Blade
I try to remember what panties I’m wearing, but it really doesn’t matter. I don’t own anything sexy. All my panties are plain cotton briefs. White. I don’t even have colored ones. If I’d been wearing a bra, it probably would have mortified me for him to see it because my bras are all plain and boring, too.
I grab Blade’s shoulders as he lowers the rest of my clothes down my body, wincing when I glance down. Yeah, I’m lame. “Sorry. I don’t…” I purse my lips.
“You don’t what, honey?”
My face heats. “Own anything sexy,” I mutter.
“Oh, sweet girl…”
I’m completely humiliated when he separates my panties from my yoga pants and brings them to his chest as if they’re…precious?
His eyes meet mine again. “There is nothing sexier than a Little in white cotton panties.”
“You keep using that word like it’s a noun.”
“Little?” He chuckles. “I’ll explain that later.”
“You’ve said that, too.” If I’m supposed to understand, I don’t.
He nods. “Later, honey.” He drops my panties next to my pants, grabs my hips, and kisses my belly. It’s so intimate and unexpected. “God, you smell good.”
I can’t possibly smell good. I left my apartment in a frenzy without taking a shower. Not that I could have managed such a thing.
Blade stands, grabs the plastic bag from the counter, and eases it over my cast, securing it with the rubber band below my elbow. “Too tight?”
I shake my head. “I think it’s okay.”
Blade steps around the side of the doorless glass shower, picks up several bottles—I assume they are shampoo, conditioner, and body soap—and deposits them on the edge of the bathtub.
He grabs my hips next and lifts me into the water. It took us so long to get to this stage that the water would be flowing over the top if his tub weren’t so large. He holds me steady until I’m fully seated and then guides my injured hand to the edge of the tub. “Keep your arm out of the water.”
The water isn’t even above my breasts. “Sheesh, we could easily both fit in here, and there would still be room for more,” I say without thinking.
He drops a folded towel onto the floor next to the tub and kneels on it. “Trust me, one day soon, we will both get in that tub and fit perfectly, but we will never be inviting anyone else.”
I flush clear to my roots. I need to think before I speak, but Blade is silently chuckling. He’s not making fun of me. He honestly finds me…cute? Do I want to be cute?
“Tip your head back, honey. I’m going to pour water over your hair so I can wash it.” He grabs a white cup from the corner of the tub, fills it, and gently soaks my hair with his other hand over my eyes.
I think I’m going to swoon. I should be more self-conscious than I am. I’m naked in front of a man I met yesterday. Naked and beaten. He doesn’t mention my bruising or the various cuts. Blade doesn’t say anything while he washes my hair, and I close my eyes and luxuriate in the feel of his hands.
I’m not unaffected. I can’t be. It’s not possible. I’m well aware my nipples are rock hard. I can’t do anything about it, though, and I’m intrigued by my body’s reawakening after years of celibacy.
I am not frigid. Pete can bite my ass.
My pussy is wet, and not just from the water. I’m horny from having my hair washed. That’s not the definition of frigid. The culprit in my inability to get aroused was Pete. Fuck him.
On some level, I’ve always known this to be true, but this is the first time it’s being put to the test. Not only am I smug, I’m beyond curious to see what else Blade could do to me.
Maybe I needed an older man. Perhaps it turns out I’m attracted to older men. It’s not as though he’s old. Just older.
Or maybe I needed to find a partner who wasn’t an asshole.
Blade rinses my hair and puts conditioner on it. “I only own this because of my beard.” He chuckles. “Good thing I have a full beard, huh?”
My eyes are still closed, and I moan before I can stop myself. His beard is one of the sexiest parts of him. I purse my lips and try to keep my damn reactions at bay.
Blade tips my head back, causing me to open my eyes to look up at him. “Little girl, you are a naughty temptation.”
