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“Lift your feet.” He did and I waited to look up, silently telling my brain to get it together. I was a prince, I had an awful father who tormented me, and I didn’t flinch…I was fierce. I could handle a penis.
I lifted my head, and I didn’t know at what point he’d removed his shirt, but he was there…naked…glorious and, oh my, very hard.
“Bumbling bunnies.” I was in awe, and he smiled so wide, if I had a camera, I’d take a picture.
“Take a bath with me, Finch?”
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from getting in the tub with him. I nodded, and he reached his hand out to help me up.
“You’re a little overdressed.” He was unbuttoning my shirt, followed by my pants, sliding and tossing things off me, but all I could do was stare at his face as emotions flickered by.
He was such a beautiful man, and I swore I could feel the goodness and love in his heart with every gentle caress his fingers made over my skin.
“It doesn’t matter your form, Finch,” he whispered and kneeled before me, face close to my stomach. “You’re stunning no matter what.” A puff of air danced across my flesh, and my cock twitched.
“Bath, please,” I croaked, and he rose to his impressive height and while I was supposed to take care of him, he was the one who guided me to the tub.
He got in first, his eyes gliding over my body as he lowered himself, careful to keep his bandaged arm dry.
“Your turn.” He slapped the water in front of him, indicating where he wanted me.
“I can’t wash you if I’m lying practically on top of you.”
“Oh, we’ll get to the washing part, Finch.”
We’ll get there…Oh…oh!
Carefully, so as not to slosh the water over the edge, I stepped into the perfectly temperate water. Easton held his hand out, and I took it gratefully as I slowly slid between his legs.
In unison we sighed as soon as my back pressed to his front.
Every part of this was perfect. I could lie against his fuzzy body all night, loving the lift of his chest as he breathed. This was nirvana. At least I’d thought it was…and then he touched me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Easton
I was touching a naked man, fae…man. Yeah, and I loved it. Finch’s legs were smooth, just like his arms. Aside from his head, there wasn’t a lick of hair on him.
“Question,” I whispered, afraid he’d jump if I was too loud.
“Anything.”
“Are all fae hairless?”
He chuckled. “With our glamour, we can choose our appearance. However, in our fae forms we are hairless except for…” He lifted a strand of soaked hair that was fanned out in the water.
“And you never wanted to have body hair?”
I hoped he didn’t think I was posing the question as an insult. From this angle I couldn’t see his expression, only the mere tilt of his head at the inquiry.
“Do you want me to have it?”
“No,” I answered quickly. “I really like it, actually.”
His shoulders fell, and I was happy he relaxed. “It wasn’t something I was used to, so I simply didn’t bother.”
“You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted to touch like this. It’s the best kind of something I’m not used to.”
