Page 50 of Lorcan
“I alternate between this and lavender. I tend to use that at the end of the day.”
“Right. Because it helps you sleep?” I could never keep these things straight.
“That’s right. How does this feel?”
“Glorious.” And my nose wasn’t the only thing paying attention. While the scent was making my senses sing, my cock was perking up at the feel of Cody’s strong hands in my hair.
“Turn around and I’ll rinse you.”
I did as bade and positioned myself so he could wash the glorious scent away. “I want some of that.”
“The giant retailer across the street. Good price.” He grinned as he directed the water through my hair. “You’re not worried about agirlyscent?”
I cocked my head. “Are you? If you didn’t have to get rid of the smell, would you go out smelling like roses?”
He grinned. “Hell fucking yes.”
“Right. And you think I’d be different?”
He considered. “Good point.”
I shrugged. “Although I’m less likely to have coworkers who are allergic. Construction sites have all kinds of smells.” I grinned. “Will you let me wash your hair?”
“Sure.” He appeared amused.
“I’m not that short.” I jutted my chin.
He pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “Nope, you’re the perfect size.”
My insides turned warm and gooey. “I’ll wash your hair. I want to luxuriate in this scent a little longer.”
We switched places, and he wet his hair. Then he turned his back to me. I ran my hands down his back, using my blunt fingernails. At the base of his spine, I spread my hand and grabbed his ass.
He giggled. “You’re going to want a piece of that, I’m thinking.”
I stilled.Do I? Am I brave enough to top?I cleared my throat. “Yeah…someday.”
He reached his hands around and grasped mine—holding them in place. “Only when you’re ready. I’m just saying I’m always available.”
I chuckled, squeezed, then eased his hands away. I pressed myself against his back. “You’re too good to me.” Before he could respond, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo. Within moments, I rubbed the pink liquid into his hair. The fragrance filled my nose with the most beautiful scent. I cleared my throat. “I think my grandmother had a rose garden. It’s…a vague memory.”
“That sounds like a nice memory. My family didn’t have time for frivolities like that. We kept vegetable gardens. I remember picking fruit from a young age. My mother didn’t want me to learn canning, though. I was meant to domanlystuff.”
“That’s such bullshit.”
“Yep. Aunt Genessa taught me. In the summer, I grow vegetables on my balcony. Not really enough to can, but sometimes I buy fruit from the market and make jam.”
“Turn so you can rinse.”
He did, and our gazes met.
I smiled. “That is so very cool. I eat a lot of processed food. I know it’s bad for me, but I just can’t bring myself to care.”
“I’ll change that. We can do Fifties once in a while—and they’ve got some vegetables on the menu—but I enjoy cooking. Don’t do it as often, since I live alone. If I had someone to cook for, I can guarantee I’d do it more often.”
“I used to cook.” I gestured for him to tip his head back so he could rinse his hair. “I enjoyed preparing a meal. Because—” I stopped abruptly.
“Because you were doing it for him.” Cody angled his head back, and the shampoo washed away.
