I closed my eyes and let his magic fingers take me to another world. He continued massaging, slowly but firmly, and kept at it long after my hair was clean. The suds dripped over my forehead and into my eyes. Now I couldn’t open my eyes without rinsing off my face first. But I had no desire to open my eyes as long as he was massaging me.
Finally, he turned me around so I was facing the pelting water, pushed my head slightly down, and rinsed my hair. A few moments later, he turned me back around and toweled off my eyes with the edge of a soft bath linen.
More tenderness. Next, he squirted some conditioner into his hand, rubbed his hands together, and smoothed it over my hair, making sure to get it all over the ends.
I couldn’t help a small smile. I picked up the shampoo and squirted some more into my hand.
“Now you.”
“That’s okay.”
“Please. I want to. Let me.”
He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoe to give him as good a massage as he had given me. As if reading my mind, he bent his knees slightly, and I was able to thoroughly wash his hair. So thick, such a rich dark brown, almost black. His eyebrows were thick and black also, but perfectly shaped, no unibrow in sight. Did he have them waxed? The image of rugged Talon with little wax strips on his brows made me smile. Clearly he didn’t manscape. His chest was perfect—just enough dark hair that he looked like a man. I looked down to the thick black bush surrounding his cock. Nope, no manscaping needed. He was perfect just as he was.
When he bent over, I rinsed his hair and then dried his eyes as he had mine. Next, we each took some body wash and rubbed it all over each other, scrubbing ourselves clean together.
“Done?” I asked.
He nodded. I turned off the water, tossed him a towel, and grabbed one for myself. I wrapped it around my body as I always do and then took another one, making a turban out of it to dry off my hair.
He simply toweled his hair dry, and it fell in wet waves against his neck.
He was so beautiful. Those dark eyes—I could look into them forever and never tire of them.
I shook my head. “Well, I have to get ready for work.”
“Not quite yet.”
I arched my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m not done with you yet. And you’re not going anywhere until I am.”
“Ryan expects me there at nine.”
“It’s seven. It takes you a half hour to drive over to the winery. You’re already washed.”
“I have to dry my hair and—”
His mouth came down on mine. I sighed into him. Again… Had he just said we were over? Had he just said… Oh, hell, I didn’t care. I would take what I could of him. This would clearly never be a real relationship. He was wrestling too many demons, or so it certainly seemed. I could at least enjoy the present. I had never been so attracted to a man. This—whatever it was between us—made my entire relationship with Colin seem like a middle school crush.
Talon was still naked, and he wrested the towel from around me. It dropped to the floor in a plush red puddle. My turban still bound my hair, but he made short work of that also, pulling it off. My wet tresses clung to my shoulders and back.
The kiss became more urgent. He nibbled at my tongue, my lips, my nipples hardening into sharp knobs pressed into his gorgeous chest. My pussy was throbbing, I wanted him so badly. Our mouths still melded, he began walking forward, forcing me backward into the bedroom, until the back of my knees hit my mattress. He pushed me down, still kissing me, his body on top of mine. He braced himself on his elbows so his weight wouldn’t crush me.
And still we kissed, a drugging kiss, a kiss that left nothing unsaid. A kiss of want, of ache, of desire and passion. He took from me with that kiss, and I opened my mouth to him and took from him as well.
When he broke the kiss and inhaled, he clamped his lips onto my neck, sucking on me, kissing me.
“Mine,” he growled.
Did he even know what he’d just said? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t rightly care at the moment. He continued kissing down the front of me until he reached one of my turgid nipples. He sucked it into his mouth hard, and I squealed. The pain lasted only for a moment, and then unbridled pleasure coursed through me, landing right in my pussy. God, I must be soaking wet. This was so crazy, but what was happening seemed so right.
Just go with it, Jade. Enjoy.
As he sucked on one nipple, he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure shot straight between my legs. I fluttered my eyes closed. I needed this so much. Needed him so much…