Page 41 of Mr. Fixer Upper
“Sorry.” He gritted out the word.The woman was in no condition to be poked and prodded with an erection that had a mind of its own, he chastised himself.
Gannon began to work the conditioner through her hair. He had to force himself to slow down, to be more gentle.
“This isn’t how I thought tonight would go… or how I thought I’d see you naked for the first time,” she admitted.
Gannon’s fingers paused in her hair. “So youhavethought of it before today?”
He could hear her roll her eyes.
“Shut up. I’m delirious and don’t know what I’m saying.”
Gannon made a tail with her hair and worked the conditioner through it to the ends. “Just so you know, I’m choosing to be a gentleman now. But eventually you’re going to have face the music and tell me how you did think you’d see me naked.”
Before she could answer, he pushed her face under the stream of water.
“Stop trying to drown me,” she sputtered.
“Princess, drowning you is not what I have on my mind right now. What’s next?”
“I’m not having you shave my legs.”
“Agreed.” His cock wouldn’t be able to take it. “Soap?”
“Body wash,” she corrected. Paige pointed to yet another bottle and the weird fluffy loofa on a string that all women seemed to own.
Gannon squeezed the thankfully unscented wash onto the ball. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he said gruffly.
And since she was already aware that he was hard, Gannon wrapped an arm around her slim waist from behind to hold her steady and worked his way down from her shoulders, avoiding bandages.
Her goose bumps reappeared when he got to her lower back. “Are you cold?” he asked, slowing his circles.
She shook her head but didn’t answer.
“Keep your hands on the wall, okay?” He knelt down to focus on the lower half of her body. She had a bruise blooming from her hip all the way around to cover most of her right ass cheek. But even with the contusion, he could see the perfection in her curves. He swirled a soapy path over it gently and worked his way down the backs of her thighs and her shapely calves, skipping the one that was bandaged with already blood-soaked gauze.
He took a deep breath. “Okay, turn around.”
Paige paused, and Gannon thought that she might be working up a refusal. But she gingerly shifted her weight and carefully turned to face him. Her knees buckled slightly, and she instinctively reached out and held on to his shoulders.
“You okay?” Gannon’s voice felt like sandpaper in his throat.
She nodded, eyes closed tight.
He started with her feet and ankles and worked his way up. The iodine used by the doctors had stained parts of her sexy as hell bronze skin orange. Her fingers clenched reflexively on his shoulders when he swept the soapy ball higher, skimming over knees and thighs. Those mile-long legs guided his hands up and up.
She gave a little gasp when his hand skimmed over the flat of her stomach and her ribs. Gannon got to his feet. He was surprised when Paige kept her hands on his shoulders. To keep her steady, he slid an arm back around her waist. When he ran the soapy sponge over her breasts he tried not to notice how full they were or how her nipples hardened under the glide of his hand.
Tried and failed.His throbbing dick noticed and jerked against her slick stomach in response. “Almost done,” he whispered, streaking a soapy swath around the borders of bandages on her arm and ribs.
She was watching him now, her eyes heavy, lips parted. The steam from the shower slowly fogged the room. He wanted to lean in. To taste that mouth. To learn all of the secrets her body had to tell. But more than that, he wanted to take her pain.
Gannon reached behind her and turned off the water. He swept open the curtain and watched the flush on Paige’s cheeks spread. “Can you get out?”
She nodded but didn’t move. He gave her three seconds, and when she still hadn’t made the attempt, he scooped her up and stepped out. He had her sitting on the lid of the toilet and was wrapping her in a towel before she could even bluster at him. The way she was eyeing his monster hard-on had him yanking a second towel off of the metal shelf and putting a terrycloth barrier between them.
Working quickly, he dried her skin as gently as he could and dragged his t-shirt over her head. Okay, not staring at her gorgeous, bare breasts helped him relax a little.
“What’s next?” he asked, his voice gruffer than he intended. He could tell she was running through her post-shower ritual in her head and trying to figure out if there was anything she’d allow him do. He hoped to God she didn’t need lotion applied to every inch. There was no way he’d survive that.
