Conquering the King of Storms (Kings of Disaster Book 2) by Lola Glass

Author:Lola Glass [Glass, Lola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

One of Sirus’s hands left my skin again, and his fingers carefully worked through the wild braids in my hair. My throat swelled, but I tried to ignore it.

His touch felt really, really good.

“Am I pulling too hard?” he asked me, leaning in so his lips were only a breath away from my ear.

“Nope,” I managed.

He made a noise of approval.

A moment later, he filled his palm with soap and then dragged it back to my hair, carefully beginning to lather it.

“I can do that,” I protested, though it was a weak-ass protest.

I didn’t want to do it; I wanted him to.

“And deprive me of the pleasure?” he murmured.

Alright, I was done fighting him.

And half ready to turn around and fall into his arms.

Was he hard? Was this turning him on? Our bodies weren’t sandwiched together, but I was suddenly starving for the answer.

His fingers worked my scalp as he began rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

Oh, hell.

Was he going to soap my body up after he was done? Scrub the rest of me?

My toes curled.

Please let the answer be yes.

When the shampoo was out of my hair, he filled his palm with another substance.

I prayed it was going to land on my tits, but no luck. It went to my hair, too.

“Step out of the water for a moment to let the conditioner soften your hair,” Sirus murmured to me, as he eased me toward the shower’s wall with steady hands. He set me against the wall that looked out at the bathroom—so I wouldn’t have to stare at him while he washed, I assumed.

I wanted to stare at him, though.

He turned away from me, unfortunately, letting his hair down and scrubbing his own strands much less gently than he had mine.

My eyes trailed down the back of him.

Damn.

Just… damn.

He had thick, chiseled muscles everywhere. His ass cheeks were tight bubbles, and I’m pretty sure my jaw fell open when my eyes landed on them.

Did I even make it to those massive thighs?

No sir, I did not.

The butt had captured me, completely.

Fuck.

I’d never been a butt girl, but… girl.

“You’re staring at me,” Storm said, like he had earlier.

I wasn’t sure if it was a pleased comment, or a questioning one, or a bothered one, but I figured he at least deserved an explanation like he had given me.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I said bluntly.

His body stilled, his hands in his hair and that bare, glorious ass just staring at me.

Fuck, I wanted to grab it.

Why had my drugged-up self not considered doing that?

“You don’t need to try to flatter me,” he finally said, as he finished washing the shampoo suds out of his hair.

In the Aboa, I would’ve recoiled at his words, because it sounded like he didn’t believe me.

But now I knew he was a little awkward, and wasn’t really sure how to talk to me. Probably wasn’t even sure what to think of me, either.

“Have you ever heard me compliment one of the other girls?” I asked him, instead.

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