Page 125 of Mountain Daddy
“Your face.” He’s still fucking laughing.
I glare at him. “I’m showering without you.” I pull my hand up and slap it, and the mess, against his chest.
He smiles harder. “That’s right, Baby. Mark me as yours.”
I roll my eyes, refusing to find him cute right now. “Most of that is yours.”
He shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah, but it’s your handprint.”
Considering I was having the same thought about bruising, I can’t really judge.
Damage done, I shuffle backward off his lap.
Luther keeps his hands on my sides, helping me balance, until I’m finally standing.
Lounged back, nude, covered in sex, Luther looks as comfortable as I’ve ever seen him.
And standing here, nude, dripping sex, I feel as comfortable as I’ve ever felt.
Insecurities… Body-image issues… Who are they?
While Luther lazily takes me in, I turn and walk toward the open door in the front corner of the room, snagging my backpack as I go.
I’m thinking about how beautiful the bedroom is, how I can’t wait to climb into that massive bed, when I reach the bathroom.
There are four light switches, so I flip on the first one, and a soft golden glow illuminates from behind the matching mirrors over the double vanity.
And I stop.
His entire house has been impressive. But this bathroom is stunning.
A forest lover’s spa.
The ceiling boasts exposed wood beams. Dark green glass tile on the walls of the giant glass-enclosed shower. Marble counters…
Luther enters behind me, his footsteps the only sound in the room.
He stops beside me and drags his hand across my bare ass. “Let’s clean up.”
While Luther starts the shower, I grab a hair tie out of my bag and pull my hair up into a ponytail.
As the water warms up, Luther opens a cabinet and grabs a pair of fluffy green towels, and I prepare myself for the most luxurious shower ever.
Chapter 77
Luther
“You hungry?”I ask Kendra as she steps out of the bathroom.
I’m sitting on the foot of the bed—chair already cleaned—wearing a pair of gray sleep pants and a white T-shirt. And Kendra is dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tank top.
I smirk at our matching outfits.
Kendra nods in response to my question, even as she lifts a hand to cover a yawn.
“Or do you just want to go to sleep?” I smile at how cute she looks.
Kendra drops her hand. “I’m fifty percent hungry. Fifty percent tired.”
