Page 58 of Making the King

Keeping an arm around her and her trembling body pressed to my chest, I lean in and test the water, making sure it’s not too hot, before I start peeling her clothes off, and then work on mine.

“Okay. I’m going to lift you over the edge of the tub.” I explain, and she nods into my chest, her eyes still shut tight as I lift her in and follow behind her.

Slowly, I guide her under the spray, and watch as she keeps her lids shut, completely trusting me to make sure she’s safe.

Fuck, that does something to me.

Inside my chest, the cold organ that beats starts to warm. It’s like her trust is thawing it, and for the first time, I feel the impact of its beat.

This is what she does to me. Cara King. My wife.

Feeling unusually emotional, I’m glad she can’t see me right now, and I turn my focus to her as I start my task at washing the blood from her skin.

The convulsing trembles from the cold slowly ease as my hands glide over her warming skin, and I will my dick not to get hard, because now isn’t the time. Now it’s the time for me to show her that I am trustworthy. That she can rely on me to take care of her. Of us.

After my hands run gently over her skin to make sure it’s completely clean, I shampoo her hair, and then wash down her body with soap.

I’ve never done this to another person before, so I’m a bit fumbly, but she looks at ease as I wash her hair, her head tilting into the touch of my fingers like she enjoys my touch.

“You like that?” I ask quietly, and she nods against my fingers, grazing against her scalp.

“So much.”

Jesus. Her voice has that husk to it again. It’s a fucking turn on, and my dick stirs a little.

Down, boy.

“Let’s rinse it out.” I suggest, turning her a little as I take the handheld showerhead off and start rinsing the suds from her long hair.

Fuck, the way the water and suds stream down over her nipples is a temptation of its own, and I force my gaze away and focus on her hair only until it’s completely rinsed and then I rehang the showerhead.

Chicks use conditioner, something I’ve never had to worry about, so not only have I never conditioned someone’s hair before, but I’ve never used the product before.

Trying to avoid looking like a dumb prick, I quickly read the fine print instructions on the back of the bottle, glad I stocked up with different brands before she came to live with me, not knowing which one she would prefer, so not only is my shower stocked, but so is the outside shower.

“Sorry, I’m new to this part.” I admit as I squirt some into my palm, and a small smile spreads across her face.

“Just concentrate most of the conditioner to the mid-lengths and ends and comb it through with your fingers.”

“Okay,” I rasp quietly near her ear, and I love the way it makes a shiver run down her spine.

Doing as she instructed, I lather the ends of her hair, working the slimy product up higher before using my fingers as a comb. I do this for a minute or so before rinsing it out and quickly washing myself while she stands waiting with her eyes closed.

Once I’m done, I pull her to my chest, looking down at her as she angles her head up but keeps her eyes closed.

“Can you tell me why bathrooms are such an issue for you?” I ask, and she frowns, her lids still sealed.

“I…” she shakes her head. “I’m not ready.”

“Okay. How about my truth for yours?” I ask, and the moment I do, anxiety twists my gut. Maybe I’m not ready either.

Slowly, Cara cracks one lid slightly to look up at me.

“Will you tell me why you got so pissy about me asking why you didn’t learn Spanish in school?”

I nod. “I will if you tell me your issue with bathrooms right after.”

Grinning, she nods, and closes her eyes tight again. “Deal.”

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