Page 55 of Seeking Her Studs

“Woah, woah.” I protest. “No way you’re getting near me with that thing.”

Colt cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’ve been using this every day since I was fourteen. Sometimes twice a day.”

“Sometimes twice a day?” I get hung up on this little inclusion from him. “What does that even mean? Sometimes you get too much testosterone for breakfast and need to shave twice?”

A smirk dances at his lips. I’m glad he thinks this is funny. Meanwhile, I’m wondering if he just spotted a perfect plan to finally do away with me and is enacting it. Maybe the honeymoon for him is finally over.

“Can you just trust me?” He says low, meeting my eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him. That’s asking for quite a bit.

“You get one test strip.” I offer him the same deal I offered to the drugstore wax kit.

“Fine.” His dark eyes don’t waver from mine as he concedes.

He lets the warm water rush over the blade.

“I changed the blade just for you,” he looks back at me.

“Said the serial killer to his victim,” I say with a sweet smile.

“I’ll take that as a thank you.”

He brings the razor over and quickly brushes it over my skin in one smooth motion, clearing the cream and the hair away skillfully. He brings the razor to the faucet to clean it off and I feel my skin.

It’s completely smooth. And no blood in sight.

He looks at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to bite my words.

“Alright, cowboy.” I concede. “Show me what you got.”

He makes quick work, gliding the razor over my skin as I stay perfectly still, still scared by the size of that blade.

He spreads my legs to gain better access, and he notices the strip of skin also missing from the edge of my butt. He looks up at me questioningly.

I shrug. “It was a tough battle.”

He grins widely as he goes back to work, handling me delicately, and I have to admit to myself that the sight makes my heart swell. His softer, nurturing side has always melted me when it comes out, and I used to resent that. But now it feels like mine. Which feels like pure delight mixed with a healthy, cynical dose of terror.

He brushes the razor across my most sensitive parts and I hold my breath, but his hand doesn’t falter once.

“What do you think of it like this?” He moves back to admire his work. I notice there’s still a patch of shaving cream and untouched hair.

I smile slyly. “Is that how you like it, Colt Rile?”

I’m surprised at the blush that rises to his cheeks. After everything the two of us have done together, this is what makes him blush?

“I leave the artistry up to you,” I concede, without pushing him any further.

He pulls down the nozzle from the shower and turns it on, rinsing me with care. I take a shuddering breath, feeling his fingers graze along my skin that’s already on high alert with tingling nerves from the fresh shave.

When he glides his thumb and separates my lips, my body glides forward, seeking more.

His dark eyes trail up my body until they reach my eyes. His look is questioning and intense.

“You did good,” he says. “Thanks for trusting me.”

“As good as one of your stallions?” I whisper, still very aware of every point his fingers are in contact with my skin.

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