Page 48 of Conquering the King of Storms

He made a noise of approval.

A moment later, he filled his palm with soap and then dragged it back to my hair, carefully beginning to lather it.

“I can do that,” I protested, though it was a weak-ass protest.

I didn’t want to do it; I wanted him to.

“And deprive me of the pleasure?” he murmured.

Alright, I was done fighting him.

And half ready to turn around and fall into his arms.

Was he hard? Was this turning him on? Our bodies weren’t sandwiched together, but I was suddenly starving for the answer.

His fingers worked my scalp as he began rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

Oh, hell.

Was he going to soap my body up after he was done? Scrub the rest of me?

My toes curled.

Please let the answer be yes.

When the shampoo was out of my hair, he filled his palm with another substance.

I prayed it was going to land on my tits, but no luck. It went to my hair, too.

“Step out of the water for a moment to let the conditioner soften your hair,” Sirus murmured to me, as he eased me toward the shower’s wall with steady hands. He set me against the wall that looked out at the bathroom—so I wouldn’t have to stare at him while he washed, I assumed.

I wanted to stare at him, though.

He turned away from me, unfortunately, letting his hair down and scrubbing his own strands much less gently than he had mine.

My eyes trailed down the back of him.

Damn.

Just… damn.

He had thick, chiseled muscleseverywhere. His ass cheeks were tight bubbles, and I’m pretty sure my jaw fell open when my eyes landed on them.

Did I even make it to those massive thighs?

No sir, I did not.

The butt had captured me, completely.

Fuck.

I’d never been a butt girl, but… girl.

“You’re staring at me,” Storm said, like he had earlier.

I wasn’t sure if it was a pleased comment, or a questioning one, or a bothered one, but I figured he at least deserved an explanation like he had given me.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I said bluntly.

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