Page 53 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but chin hair still counts as hair.”

I huffed, but he wasn’t finished yet.

“Besides, if I looked any better, you’d probably start peeping on me in the shower again, except at work. And we can’t have that, can we? Since we aren’t involved even though you’re covered with marks from my beard and my lips and my damn dick.”

Guess I wasn’t the only one who was unnerved. Or pissed. Or whatever that peevish tone and furrowed brow implied.

My lips twitched. “Your dick didn’t mark me.”

“It surely did mark you. Missing a hymen, aren’t you?”

“My hymenity is yesterday’s news. Now shut up and let me shave you, Osmond.”

He reached up to twist my nipple, and I smothered my giggle. I moved to the sink and ran the washcloth under the hot water before turning back to lay it over his jaw. His eyes practically rolled back in his head. “How’s that feel?”

“Mmm.”

Fighting a smile, I moved the washcloth over his jaw, stroking gently. His eyelashes were fluttering, and they were far too long for a man. As usual. All men got the gifts we women had to fight for.

“Most women like my scruff.”

“I do too. Especially certain places.” I cleared my throat when he opened one eye. “Friction, you know?”

“Mmm.”

“But you saw my skin. Guess I have to build up my tolerance for whiskers. I probably should’ve had you take a shower first,” I mused, stroking the washcloth down his throat.

“If we get under water, I’m gonna be inside you before you raise that razor. And most accidents in the home happen in the bathtub.”

I grinned. “Still no condoms. Still Noah down the hall.”

“We’ll be getting some while we’re out. And Chuckles is not keeping me from having you again.”

“Shh. Don’t call him that.”

“I’m letting you shave me like a poodle. Don’t think you can call the shots, sprite.”

I gave him one last rub with the hot washcloth, letting it drift down his neck to his chest. That was purely for me, however. His body was ridiculous. “You’ll need a shower anyway. So, if you want to give me a show, be my guest.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

“Nope.” My voice was cheerful. “But you’ll be showering alone, and I’ll be shaving you after—”

“We’re leaving in twenty,” Noah called through the door.

“Says who?” Oz roared back, knocking the washcloth off his jaw.

I picked it up. “He is supposed to go with us.”

“Why? I’m pretty sure we can handle an afternoon in a lakeside town alone. And if he wants to pretend to be human and semi-friendly, he doesn’t get to call the shots.”

“It’s just his way. He has his reasons for wanting to keep us safe.”

“No kidding. The question is why don’t we know them? We’re fucking adults.” He cracked his knuckles. “We’ll save the shower for later. Don’t want to be late for lunch.”

“You’ll have time for a quick shower once I’m done. I’ll do the fast version.”

“Oh, will I now?”

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