Page 21 of Crazed

She opens her mouth then shuts it.

"Go on," I encourage.

She turns, and I massage the shampoo on her scalp, keeping my body close to hers.

"That always feels so nice," she admits.

I do it for a little longer than normal then take the showerhead and hold it over her to rinse the soap out. Then I condition her hair before quickly shampooing mine.

"You're missing out on the scalp perks," she teases, reaching for my head. It's something she always does when we're in the shower. I never let her massage my scalp very long because taking care of her after sex is something I love.

I divert my attention back to her and wash her body with soap. When we're clean, I wrap a towel around her hair, then dry the rest of her off before myself. Then I scoop her in my arms.

She yelps, laughing. "What are you doing?"

I peck her on the lips. "Taking you to bed."

Her smile widens. "It's not even noon. Shouldn't we get dressed and go do something?"

I ogle her body and cock an eyebrow. It's Sunday, and she doesn't have to work. If my brothers hadn't been on my ass, texting me all night, I never would have left her this morning. Either way, I planned on keeping her naked all day, so in my eyes, nothing has changed. I question, "Is there something important you wish to do today?"

She bites her lip.

I groan inside. If she has something to do, I'll take her wherever or help with whatever. But I'd rather stay here with no one else around. I ask, "Do you?"

She slowly shakes her head.

Relief fills me. I almost feel giddy at the thought of getting my way. "Thank God!" I step into the bedroom and tear the covers back. Then I set her down and slip under the sheets beside her. She giggles, and I tug her toward me so her head rests on my bicep. I drag the back of my knuckles down her cheek and ask, "What should we order?"

She raises her eyebrows. "Order?"

"Yep. I'm hungry. I missed breakfast." I glance at the clock on her nightstand. It reads 10:15 A.M. I continue, "So it's time for brunch."

"You mean lunch?"

"No. I mean brunch."

"It's really just an early lunch," she claims.

I gasp. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

I wag my finger at her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Brunch is a combination of breakfast and lunch foods. You still get to eat three meals, just later in the day."

"Is that so?" She traces my lips with a finger, so I slide it in my mouth and suck on it for a moment.

I release her finger and palm her ass. "Yes. And you're going to need all the energy you can get today."

A blush creeps into her cheeks. "Is that right?"

"No doubt about it," I cockily reply.

Her face falls. She puts the butt of her hand on her forehead. "Crap!"

"What's wrong?"

She squeezes her eyes shut and scrunches her face. "I forgot about something I need to do today."

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