Page 79 of Cross My Heart
“Seriously, Dex. I need to get cleaned up,” I tell him. Without missing a beat, Dex takes off his shirt and pants, standing beside me in navy blue boxer briefs.
Holy shit, he is so hot.
“Then I’ll help you,” he says with a grin.
Giving him a skeptical look, he holds up his arms in mock defense.
“Lanie, you’re going to need help. You’re telling me you can wash all that hair with one hand?”
I groan because I know he’s right.
With a wicked grin, he turns to me with a husky voice, “Alright, sweetheart, let's get you naked.” He watches me because he knows I’ll shiver at his words and like a Pavlovian dog, I do. Turning away from me, he draws the bath.
I’ve been wearing Dexter’s button-up shirts because they are the easiest thing to get on and off. Once he has undone all the buttons, he ever so gently slides it down my arms, one at a time. “Come on, I’ll help you step in so you don’t lose your balance,” he tells me.
Usually, I would hate feeling like an invalid, but for some reason, here, with Dex, it makes me feel cherished. Once I’m in, Dex guides me to the bench in the tub big enough for six people.
“Why do you have a bathtub this big anyway?” I ask him.
Shrugging, he tells me, “It came with the house. It’s never been used before now.”
Stepping out of his boxer briefs and into the water, I eye him curiously. I’m not entirely sure how he plans for this to go. I should have known he would have a plan, though. Sloshing through the water on his knees, he reaches over the side to grab a loofah and some shower gel. It smells like lilacs.
“Have you always had lilac scented shower gel?” I ask him playfully.
“No, Lanie. I have not, this was purchased just for you,” he says seriously. My playfulness vanishes as I look him up and down in the water. “Lanie, don’t stare at me like that. What did you expect? We are in a bathtub together, naked, you can’t seriously think I’ll be able to control him with you sitting there looking at him like that.”
I’m not sure what to say, so I just watch as he moves in the water, his cock thick and long, bobbing around the tub as angry as I’ve ever seen it. Dex comes closer and gently runs the loofah over my injured arm, carefully gliding it across my collar bone, and down my right arm. My breathing is becoming more labored as I stare up into Dexter’s eyes.
“O-oh Lanie, don’t look at me like that,” Dex says, closing his eyes and aiming his face towards the ceiling. I can’t help but mess with him a little.
“Like what, Dex?” I ask coyly just before I reach out with my good hand and wrap it around his base. The groan that erupts starts in his belly, working its way up to his chest until it rumbles out his throat.
“Good Lord, Lanie. You have to stop,” he says, placing a hand over mine.
Instead of stopping my movements, though, he guides them, showing me the pace he prefers. For a few minutes, he allows me to stroke him, right until he is about to lose control, then he backs up out of my reach. Looking at me, he laughs at the pout I’m sure is appearing on my face. “I have to get you cleaned up, sweetheart, remember?”
Reaching behind me, he grabs a shower hose I hadn’t noticed. Turning it on, he starts to wet my long blonde hair. Walking behind me to sit on the ledge I was resting on, he straddles my body. My back to his front, I’m resting between his legs. Feeling the cold gel of shampoo being squeezed onto my head, followed by strong fingers massaging my scalp, I moan. I cannot control the sounds coming out of me. Unless you have ever had your scalp massaged by thick, sexy fingers, don’t judge.
After a few moments, I feel him lean into me. “Lanie, if you keep making those noises, I am going to come all over your back.”
I suck in a breath, letting it hiss out my teeth. He takes the hose, again rinsing out my hair. Once clean, he adds the conditioner and comes back to kneel in front of me. Reaching for my leg, he runs his hand from my ankle to my thigh. Just when I think he’s going to touch methere,he places my leg back in the tub.
Turning to grab something on the sink, I get the perfect shot of his ass. I never thought I would be attracted to an ass, it’s an ass after all, but good Lord, his is perfect.
“Did you get a good enough peek, Lanie?” He asks, making eye contact with me in the mirror.
Shit, he totally just caught me ogling his ass.
Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he says, “It’s okay, sweetheart, I love looking at your ass too.”
He starts to lather my leg with shaving cream.
“What are you doing?” I shriek.
“I’m taking care of you, Lanie. All of you.”
Mesmerized, I watch him as he gently runs the blade of his razor from my ankle to my knee, then starts the path all over again. With my lower legs complete, he takes my ankle and lifts it to rest on the edge of the bathtub. It is not lost on me that, in this position, I am completely and totally open to him. By the heated smile in his eyes, he isn’t missing it either.
