Page 66 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
He grabbed the African net sponge that hung on the hook next to the tub, added the lavender soap to it, and went to work scrubbing my body from my toes up. I let him. Something about this man made me want to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
What the hell is happening?
My mind spiraled as he bathed me with careful intention. When he was done, he vanished, reappearing in the shower, where I watched him through the glass pane as he turned the water on and adjusted it to the perfect temperature. He returned to me, lifting me from the tub and carrying me over to the shower.
I remained quiet, afraid I would say something to reveal what I really felt. I’d be damned if I let him know the internal battle that raged inside my heart and mind.
He joined me inside, lifted the shower head from the rack, and slowly rinsed the soap from my body. I expected him to take it further, tease my pussy with the water, or press his dick, heavy and dripping wet, against my ass. Yes, I looked. How could I not?
But he didn’t. The man showed restraint I thought was impossible.
When his gaze caught mine, I didn’t dare speak. The throbbing between my thighs was only just subsiding, and I didn’t want to do anything to warrant another orgasmic punishment. I wasn’t sure I would survive it.
He finished rinsing me and turned the water off. We stood there, naked and dripping, for a moment as he looked my body over, double checking his work. Then, he reached out, hand vanishing for a moment before reappearing with the bath towel.
“Arms up,” he ordered, and I lifted my arms, allowing him to dry my body with the towel.
When he was done, he grabbed a fresh towel and held it out. Shadows swirled around the towel, turning a slight red as they went. When they vanished, he wrapped the towel around me, and I couldn’t help the quick smile that touched my lips when I realized he’d warmed it.
He caught it, winked, and vanished.
I stood alone in the shower, not sure what to do. If I moved, would I be in trouble?
Not me being afraid to move! What is this man doing to me?
A moment later, he reappeared, dressed in a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and joggers. He lifted me into his arms and carried me from the bathroom. As we left,I could see those extra shadow hands working to clean up the water from the floor and fix the planter that broke.
He took me into my bedroom and laid me on the bed. We said nothing. I watched him go into my closet and waited until he returned with one of my nightgowns. It was soft pink with little roses along the hem, one of my favorites. He put it next to me and grabbed the shea butter from the nightstand.
Raymond unwrapped the towel as if opening a present. He bit his bottom lip, the first show of his battle with self-control, then opened the shea butter. I watched the stuff melt in his hand before he massaged it into my skin, starting with my feet and working his way up before he turned me over and repeated the work on my back, taking extra care on my ass cheeks.
I know damn well my ass ain’t that ashy.
Once I was moisturized to his liking, he turned me back over. When he grabbed the nightgown, I sat up and let him pull it over my head. He picked me up, those extra hands appearing to pull the sheets back before he laid me back down. He tucked me in, studying my face in a way that made my stomach tighten with awkwardness, and then walked around to the other side of the bed.
I expected Raymond to leave me with my thoughts, allow me to lie in bed wondering what this man really wanted from me. I knew exactly where my mind was ready to go, replaying his words about us dating, revisiting the way he ate my pussy, imagining where we would go next. He wasn’t even gone yet, and the thoughts were already off to the races.
Until he pulled back the covers and slipped into bed beside me.
What is he doing? What does he expect now? I can’t come again. I’m still sore. Maybe he wants more. Does he think I’m his girlfriend? He said he has me. What does thatmean to him? What—
Raymond wrapped his arm around my waist and scooped me into him, and every thought in my head stopped. All the worrying, the hope of controlling the narrative, it all fell silent. My back pressed against his chest, and he adjusted the surrounding cover. There were no thoughts, just the feeling of him—his breath against my neck, his lock that fell across my neck, his hand across my stomach, and soon, the soft rumbling of his snore. Raymond warmed just slightly after he slept, and that heat took away any resistance I still had.
It wasn’t long until his heat and the soft rumble at my back lulled me to sleep.
17
Caught red-handed
Iexpected to wake up alone, ghosted by the shadow man, but he was still there, still holding me, when my eyes opened. My mind raced for half a second until I heard his soft snoring. Funny how his presence did that suddenly. My overthinking, my analyzing, my narrative making—he stopped all that.
I sighed, not knowing how much I needed the noise in my head to stop, and melted back into him.
Maybe I could get used to having him around.
He tightened his hold on me, like he could hear my thoughts, but his snoring continued. Content with spending more time there, pretending like my life wasn’t imploding, I closed my eyes. Maybe I could sleep in.
Nope!
