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“Come on, let’s get you clean. It’s well past your nap time.” Picking her up once again, he carried her, along with his T-shirt, into the bathroom.
Setting her on the counter, he stripped off the T-shirt she was wearing. Bending down, he cupped one breast. She hadn’t been lying, there really wasn’t anything there anymore.
But the look on his face was one of wonder, of reverence. Dropping his mouth to her nipple, he took it into his mouth, sucking.
A whimper escaped her. She wasn’t ready nor had the energy for sex. She still didn’t feel that desirable . . . although with the way he was staring at her, touching her, perhaps that was all in her head.
His mouth slid to her other nipple, sucking on it.
“Tanner, we can’t . . . we can’t do this,” she said, breathlessly. She didn’t want him to stop, but she wasn’t prepared for anything more.
He drew back, regret on his face. “Sorry, baby. I got carried away.”
She nodded. She understood that. He lifted her onto her feet.
“Hands on my shoulders.”
“I can balance, you know,” she told him as she did as ordered. He crouched in front of her and drew her panties down.
She gasped.
Crap. She just remembered what other part she hadn’t had time to take care of. It used to be that she had a standing appointment to get waxed. Stefan had even made noises about having her hair lasered off.
Was it weird that her brother cared about her appearance? That he insisted that she keep her pussy and legs waxed?
Oh yeah. Uber weird.
But that had been her life.
“Baby, you okay?”
“What?” She stared down at him. Lord, his face was so close to her pussy. All he had to do was lean in and he’d be touching her.
“You’re trembling.” He had her lift one foot, then the other, before he had her panties completely off. “This is too much for you.”
“No, it’s not that. I was just thinking about my brother.”
He stood and grasped hold of her hips. “What?”
All right, she could understand how that sounded weird.
“It’s nothing,” she said hastily. “Can we get in the shower?”
“I’ll shelve the conversation because I want you back in bed, napping. But we will circle back to this, make no mistake.”
Something to look forward to.
He checked the temperature of the water before helping her into the shower. She sat on the bench seat as he stripped off his own T-shirt.
Lilac sucked in a breath, watching him hungrily. But all he did was pump some shower gel onto his hand.
She didn’t even bother to protest as he started to wash her. Truthfully, she was already tired and feeling a bit woozy. And his touch felt so nice.
“You’re so tense. You need a massage.”
Lord, yes.
“Want me to wash your hair?” he asked.
