Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
He doesn’t release me, but he doesn’t try to raise my shirt either. “I’m not trying to force you or anything, Camille. I’m just trying to get us both warm. Look at you. You’re trembling.”
I nod my head in agreement. He’s right, and I know he’s right and it’s not like he didn’t see all my body last night. With my teeth chattering, I pull my shirt up.
As I’m pulling it off, Elliott squats in front of me and helps me remove my shoes. His hand is gentle as he removes my socks, and then it’s almost as if he’s holding his breath as he reaches for the button of my jeans and undoes them. He pulls the jeans down my legs, and I step out of them. When he stands back up, his cock is hard and standing straight out.
He points at my underwear and bra. “Can you get the rest?”
I try to hide my disappointment. “Yeah.” I choke and then repeat it again. “Yeah, I can.”
When he turns his back to test the water, I strip off my bra and underwear.
Without looking at me, he gestures for me to get into the shower. I climb in, making sure not to touch him because sure enough if I do, I’ll probably do something stupid like beg him to let me stay.
As soon as I get under the warm spray, I tilt my head back to let it hit me in the face. When I raise my head and open my eyes, Elliott is staring at me.
He shakes his head and then squirts shampoo on his hand. “Turn around.”
“What?” I ask him, even though I heard him just fine. I just don’t understand.
“Turn around and let me wash your hair.”
I turn but mutter to him, “I can wash my own hair.”
He massages the shampoo into my hair and uses his big hands to massage my scalp. “I know you can, but if you’re determined to leave me, this is on my list of things I wanted to experience with you.”
Don’t ask. Don’t ask, I tell myself, but I’m too curious to keep quiet.
“What list?”
He continues washing my hair. “The list I have of everything I want to do to you, with you, and for you.”
He cups my neck in his big capable hands and whispers, “Here, rinse.”
He positions me so the water streams through my hair and he rinses out the soap. He then squirts the conditioner and does the same process again.
The whole time, I’m biting my lip, trying to keep quiet because I know that asking him what I want to know could change everything.
When he’s done rinsing my hair, he cups my hand in his and puts body wash on it. “I’m dying here, Cammy. You’ll have to wash yourself.”
I nod and start to run my hand across my body.
He’s just watching me through hooded eyes, and the way he’s looking at me makes it even more intense. “What about you?” I ask him.
“What about me?”
I hold my hand up to him. “I can wash you.”
As I reach for him, he grabs my wrists to stop me. “If you touch me, I’m going to come right here.”
I stare down at his cock, and the tip is glistening. I can’t help it, I lick my lips and he takes a step back.
“Finish up, Camille.”
He turns his back to me, and neither one of says another word as we finish showering. I’m quiet because I’m getting up the nerve to ask him what I’ve been thinking about since this morning.
CHAPTER 11
ELLIOTT
I’m barely hanging on as I turn off the shower and reach for two towels.
I wrap the first one around her hair and then the second one around her shoulders. I then grab another one and dry off before wrapping it around my waist. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her.
I disappear into the bedroom and grab a pair of underwear for me and pull them up my hips over my engorged manhood. I then grab a T-shirt and walk back into the bathroom. I don’t ask permission; I just start to pull it over her head. I thought I would be able to control myself better with her body hidden from me, but that’s not the case. It’s like the sight of her and everything we did last night is on constant replay in my head.
I put my hands on her shoulders and turn her toward the mirror. I then unwind the towel from her hair and let it fall to the floor.
I grab the brush from the counter and then slowly start to brush out her hair. She’s watching me in the mirror, but I’m doing my best to just be silent and keep doing what I’m doing. I’m so afraid I’m going to say the wrong thing and fuck this up more than it already is.