Page 95 of Changing Lanes

“Conditioner? Isn’t this all in one?”

His wide eyes make me laugh again.

“No, that’s for kids.” I glance over to the shelf, remembering he uses a 2-in-1 combo. “And men, I guess.”

“Shit, I didn’t realize this was a whole process.”

“Why do you think I don’t wash my hair every day?”

Now we both laugh, splintering some of the tension.

“You don’t have to finish. I can do it myself.”

Reaching to swipe the rest of the dribbling puddle from his palm, he jerks it away with a frown. “I want to try. I’ve never done this before but I’ll stay in here ‘til I get it right, damn it. Now turn around.”

During his mistake with the shampoo, we didn’t even acknowledge the dick shaped elephant in the room but with his hand to the side, it comes into focus. And then some. Beckett totally lives up to that old saying of big hands, big feet, big everything. This morning with him in his underwear was as close as I’ve been to seeing him fully naked and that sight alone was enough to render me speechless. Now, words fail me entirely.

I’m half expecting it to poke my back when I finally turn back around but it never does and I don’t know if I’m disappointed by that or not.

Cautiously, Beckett starts spreading the shampoo evenly then goes about massaging my head with the sudsy lather.

It. Is. Everything.

The fingertips circling the skin on my scalp might as well be circling my clit, it feels indistinguishable honestly, and I have to work to keep my moans locked deep inside where they’re safe. Once they’re out, he’ll know. He’ll know how much I want him. How much I crave him. And he’ll have the upper hand because I’d give anything to let him satisfy the ache he’s creating.

He grips my shoulders softly, turning me to him so he can get the front as well. His face darkens as he kneads my scalp with his fingers, deep in concentration. With his attention diverted, I soak in every detail of his naked body my curious eyes can reach. This is the most of his fit body I’ve seen and I’m using what’s probably my only chance to stare openly to my advantage.

Keeping his eyes on his task, he works the shampoo in thoroughly until he pushes me gently under the cascading water to rinse it all out. He keeps a hand at my hairline above my forehead, making sure no ‘chemicals’ make it past. Once the water finally runs clear, his gaze drops to watch, too, blazing a scorching path along my entire body identical to the one I just left on his.

My thighs inch closer together.

Without so much as blinking, Beckett grabs the conditioner and squirts a good amount into his hand before sinking his teeth into his lip when I run my hands over the rest of my body to rinse off any remaining bubbles. It’s not meant to be a tease—at least not for myself—but the fact that both our chests are heaving lets me know it is. It definitely is.

Even though I told him it doesn’t go on the scalp, he applies the conditioner much like he did the shampoo. I don’t dare complain though. In fact, I’m regretting not letting him use that half cup of shampoo he poured originally—we could’ve been here all night.

Swirls and swirls and swirls later, my eyes close on a moan I couldn’t suppress if my life depended on it and Beckett’s hands disappear from my hair instantly.

When I open them, he’s staring at me with eyes so dark they look like a tsunami building in the distance. Impact is guaranteed, I just don’t know how much longer until it hits.

“Rinse,” is all he rasps, like even that’s too much.

Keeping his hand as a dam again, our eyes lock onto each other’s, and I lean back under the spray, blinking away any errant drops that land on my lashes.

Beckett drops his hand, sliding it around to my lower back, then he brings me forward until our fronts are mashed together with his impressive erection pressed between us against my stomach. Warm mist whirls around us as he looks down at me, wet hair clinging to his forehead.

“Can I touch you?”

In any other circumstance I might laugh—I mean, what parts aren’t touching right now?—but seeing his serious expression combined with the longing he’s battling awaiting my answer, all I can do is whisper back, “Where?”

“Everywhere.”

My eyes shift between his and I nod, licking the clean water droplets off my lips.

Wrapping his arm further around my back, he lifts me straight off my feet and I wrap my legs around his torso as he turns to push me against the shower wall with the spray of water still hitting us from the side.

His mouth is on me in the next second, tasting every bit of skin he can reach, including my throat. My arms slip around his neck while he feasts on mine and all I can think about are the hickeys I’ll be wearing on my first day back to work.

While I still can, I pant out, “Lower.”