Page 66 of Their Stormy Reunion

I handed her a washcloth and she thanked me. Then I closed the shower door. I saw her reach for my shampoo.

“Wait a minute,” I called out.

She turned around and frowned at me. “What?”

“Let me get you your bath products. I like how they smell on you.”

She shrugged, and when I was back her hair was wet, and she was waiting for me. I opened the door and handed her the body wash, shampoo and conditioner.

“Thank you, Michael.”

I was righthanded, and I’d injured my right shoulder, so the idea of holding my travel blow dryer hurt just thinking about it. Why was I not surprised that just as I finished combing out my hair, Michael was knocking on the door and asking me if I needed help to dry my hair?

It was like we’d gone back in time when we could read each other’s minds. Only, I couldn’t read his anymore. I still didn’t know why he’d pushed me away so cruelly.

“Yeah, I could use help with my hair,” I admitted.

He came up behind me so he could look over my shoulder in the mirror. God, he looked so good. He was holding the blow dryer that I’d left in my open suitcase.

“I love these pajama sets. Have I told you that before?” He trailed his fingers along my tank top’s collar.

I cleared my throat. “You might have mentioned it a time or two.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Come into the bedroom and sit down on the bed. I don’t want you to stand up any more than you have to.”

I sighed. “That sounds good.” I followed him into the bedroom and found the bed made.

“Sit right there.” He pointed to a spot next to the headboard. He plugged in the dryer and started to use my brush to dry one lock of hair at a time. It seemed to take forever, and it felt like some kind of erotic scalp massage.

I don’t know when he had turned off the blow dryer and was just brushing my hair. But he was.

“Fallon, let’s get you into bed with that ice pack.”

“No, let’s both of us get into bed, without the icepack,” I countered.

Chapter Twenty

“Fallon, you said so yourself, we have too many unresolved issues between us.”

“Not for this. Never for this. I love you, and I want to make love with you. You told me you loved me, was that a lie?” Her hazel eyes were almost green as they stared up at mine with such agonizing want.

“No, that’s the one part about me that you will never have to worry about. I adore you. I love you. You are the other half of my soul…”

She stroked her thumb over my bottom lip. “But?”

“But, you’re right, I’m fucked in the head. Just like you said.”

She jerked backward, shocked. “I never said that!”

“You did. But it’s okay. I’ll get myself together. For you.”

I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it. Then I pulled down my jeans and briefs and stood before her naked. My cock bobbed right in front of her face. She circled it with her fingers and pulled me closer, toward her full pink lips.

My head dropped backward as I was enveloped in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. She traced the head of my cock with her tongue, swirling along the edge, coaxing my response, as if her life depended on it.

Fallon sucked me in deep. Then deeper.

She made a soft noise as I hit the back of her throat. I pulled back… out.