Resisting Nick (Wicked in Wellington) by Pearson Kris

Author:Pearson, Kris [Pearson, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Pearson
Published: 2012-10-03T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

She held the bra between two fingers, gave it a sexy little swish, and tossed it through onto the bedroom carpet.

“Get in the bath,” he repeated, hoarse entreaty in his voice.

“But I’ve still got my panties on,” she teased, stepping close enough for him to peel them down. If he hadn’t been coated in shaving foam he’d have buried his face between her thighs the moment he uncovered her. Instead, he consoled himself by grabbing her hand so she couldn’t escape again.

“Get in here with me right now,” he ground out.

She stepped out of her pretty panties and kicked them towards the doorway, then lifted a small foot and set it down between his thighs. Only then did he believe it would happen.

“I wonder how we’re both going to fit?” She sent him a wide eyed mock-innocent grin.

“We’ll manage.” He tugged on her hand to encourage her to take the last step.

She sank down through the bubbles. The water rose higher up his chest. At last she was where he wanted her, but just to make sure he looped his legs around her waist and pulled her closer until they were face to face. “Are you really going to do this?” he asked.

Sammie nodded and reached out for the razor. After a few seconds’ intense concentration she cradled the side of his head in her hand and tilted it back.

“Stay just like that.” Her fingers moved to his neck, held the skin taut. The razor slid around his chin and bit gently into his beard.

“Ha,” she murmured. “No worries. You didn’t think I could, did you?”

She reached sideways and swished it in the bowl to clean it. Another firm grip. Another expert glide downward. The steam swirled around them, and in the silent apartment Nick heard the faint scrape of his stubble capitulating. The blade dragged slightly against his skin. He wondered how long the edge would hold. He was totally in her hands—and the feeling was amazing.

She rinsed the razor again, and leaned closer to select the site for her next pass. Nick closed his eyes to intensify the feeling. Again she pulled his skin taut, again she guided the blade with the grain.

“I don’t think this shaving foam is as good as Grandpa’s English shaving soap,” she said. “Not as slippery. You’d enjoy it more if we had some of that.”

Nick couldn’t imagine enjoying anything more than this. The feel of her hands on him, the glide of the blade, the soft swishing as she rinsed it, all combined into a sensuous ritual that excited as much as it soothed.

After several more long slow strokes and a couple of short scary ones under his nose, she picked up the washcloth and wiped half his face clean. “No blood,” she teased, running her fingers over his skin. She reached out for the mirror and held it so he could check her work. “Okay?”

He turned his head from side to side. He had to admit she’d done well. So well he’d forgotten about Brian and Gaynor and his twisted adoption for a while.

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