Fairytale Come Alive (Ghosts and Reincarnation #4)(85)

She tried to get her thoughts together but they were randomly and determinedly skipping from one to another, all of them centered around how very much she liked waking up next to Prentice (even grouchy Prentice).

His body was warm, it was big, it was strong, it was pressed up against hers and the bed felt cozy and safe with him in it.

His face went into her neck and she felt his lips there.

She liked that too.

His hand glided up her belly to between her br**sts as he said, “We have to be quick, baby. Need to get the kids up and fed.”

Those br**sts his palm rested between started tingling.

“Quick?” she asked, her mind muddled, nothing he said made sense.

And, anyway, she didn’t want him to make sense. She wanted to nestle into him and go back to the dreamless, restful sleep she only seemed to have when he was with her.

She realized what he meant when his palm moved from between her br**sts to cup one of them and his teeth nipped her earlobe.

She trembled.

“Quick,” he replied.

Before she could catch a thought his face went away from her neck, he pressed her to her back, rolled over her, his mouth captured hers in a heady kiss and then Prentice deliciously guided them through “quick”.

It wasn’t until they were na**d in the shower and the water was sluicing into her hair and down her body that Isabella’s thoughts semi-focused.

They focused first on the fact that she was na**d with Prentice in the shower and she wasn’t certain she was entirely comfortable with that.

Then they focused on the fact that Prentice was na**d with her in the shower and she was very certain she was comfortable with that because he had a fantastic body.

Then they focused on the fact they were all of a sudden in the shower even though she’d barely had time to recover from the cl**ax he’d just given her. He hadn’t even let her get her breathing regulated or her heart rate slowed before he pulled her out of bed and hustled her into the bathroom.

He definitely didn’t let her get her thoughts sorted.

She tipped her head back, blinking against the spray and looked up at him.

“Pren –”

She, yet again, didn’t finish his name.

“Jesus, Elle, with all this shit, do you have any shampoo?”

Her blinking eyes saw he had two of her bottles in his hands and he was studying them.

“That’s body wash,” she informed him inanely, pointing to the bottle in his right hand. “And that’s body scrub,” she went on, pointing to the bottle in his left.

He put them down and grabbed another one.

“That’s conditioner,” she said quickly.

He looked at her, put the conditioner down and grabbed another one.

“That’s shave lotion.”

With her shave lotion still in one hand, he straightened and hauled her to him with his other arm as he burst out laughing.

Before she could process their scenario, standing, na**d in the shower Prentice holding her and laughing about showering products, he pulled away.

He reached for the last remaining bottle, muttering with obvious amusement, “Process of elimination.”

Then he turned her to face away from him and she stared at the tile wall, her mind snapping into focus.

“Pren –”

She interrupted herself this time as his fingers slid pleasantly strong through her hair and against her scalp.

He was washing her hair.

She supposed at some point her mother washed her hair when she was younger. But she didn’t remember.

And, of course, when she was at the stylists, they washed her hair and gave her a head massage and she always enjoyed that.

However, this was something else.

This felt marvelous.

Her mind erased, her head bent forward and her body automatically relaxed back into Prentice’s. He took her weight as his hands worked in her hair.

When he was done, he gently moved her forward under the spray. Supporting her weight against his body with an arm at her waist, he used his other hand to rinse the soap from her hair.

Then he repeated this delightful sequence of actions.

Then he progressed the shower by using his hands, soapy with her body wash, to cleanse her from neck to feet.

Thoroughly cleansing her.

That felt marvelous too.

So marvelous she didn’t protest and was still dazed when he carefully maneuvered her out from under the spray and positioned himself in it.

She was still dazed when he said, “We need to hurry, baby. Help me out.”

She looked up at him, blank, as he squirted her shampoo in his palm.

“Help you?” she asked stupidly.

He set the shampoo aside and gave her the body wash. She stared at it, her mind freezing as she understood what he meant.

Then she stared at him.

Then she said the first thing that popped into her head.

“If I use this, you’re going to smell like lilies of the valley.”

He grinned as his hand shot up, curving around her neck and he pulled her face to his.

“Means I’ll smell you all day,” he said against her lips before he touched his there and finished in that soft tone that did funny things to her entire system, “Works for me.”

Then he released her and went back to shampooing.

Isabella stared at the body wash in her hand. Then she stared at his body. Then her mind fogged but that was fine considering her hands didn’t need her mind to work to do what they wanted to do.