Page 124 of Stolen Hearts

“I really can bathe myself.”

“I really believe you. Stand still.”

I bite back a grin and do as he says, standing there as he washes every inch of me—and I do meaneveryinch. I flush when the loofah slips over my breasts, then shiver when he soaps my ass, remembering his promise to “take every first.”

I mean fuck, that’s pretty hot.

He turns me around, and my legs shake a little when the loofah slips between them to gently wash my pussy. I press my lips together as his gaze lingers on the stubble over my mound. Slowly, his eyes slide up to mine.

“Do you prefer your pussy shaved, or do you just do it because you think it’s what men want?”

The question throws me for a second, because I’ve never actually thought about it. I’ve been shaving basically since I was old enough to, and maybe itisa societal thing? But I also do love the way it feels.

I flush as I lift a shoulder. “Both, I guess? But…I think I like it smooth.”

Castle nods, his eyes dropping back between my legs as something hot burns in his gaze.

“Sit on the edge. Spread your legs.”

I frown as he turns and grabs something off the countertop.

“Wait, what—” My eyes bulge and my face goes white when I realize he’s holding a dish of shaving soap, a big brush, and astraight razor.

“Uhhh…yeah,no,” I blurt, staring at the lethal blade in his hands before my eyes dart nervously to his. “Are you joking?”

He shrugs. “No?”

“Please tell me this doesn’t also come from your sister?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be disgusting. The military.”

“Shave a lot of pussies in the Rangers, did you?”

He chuckles. “Just my own face…usually with a combat knife and bar soap in the middle of a desert.”

I swallow, my pulse thudding quietly in my ears. “I…I don’t know…”

“I thought you said you want to be smooth.”

My lip sucks between my teeth as our eyes lock. Slowly, I nod. “Yeah. I did.”

“Then sit.”

I do as he says, sitting on the edge of the tub in front of him with my feet on the bathmat.

“Spread your legs, baby girl.”

I gulp, and open my thighs. Castle kneels between them. He wets the brush in the tub behind me and then swirls it around the dish of lather, making it all foamy and thick. He brings the brush to my pussy, and my breath sucks in sharply when he gently starts to lather it over my lips and my mound.

Holyfuck, that feels good—like little sensual teases tickling over my most intimate skin.

When I’m all white and foamy down there, he reaches past me and cranks on the hot water. He waits for it to come up to temperature and then sticks the blade under the water for a few seconds until it’s hot as well. Very gently, very slowly, he brings the knife to my skin and then looks up at me.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The answer is instant. And I love that I didn’t even have to think about it.

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