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Page 17 of Santa Baby

She looks away and blushes again, calling me back to the last blush I saw spread over her body.

“Come here, angel.”

Her eyes widen and she plasters herself to the side of the tub. “I don’t think it’s the right time to be practicing kissing, Nic. Not when both of us are naked.”

I laugh and move closer to her since she won’t come to me. “I wasn’t really thinking about kissing, sweetheart but if you want a kiss all you have to do is ask for one.”

She blushes again and turns so her chest is pushed against the porcelain of the tub. She’s about to run, I can tell.

“Let me wash your hair.”

The question is one she isn’t expecting and causes her to turn to me even as I creep closer and closer. “What?”

“I want to wash your hair. Can I?” My fingers itch to sink into the soft tresses as I ask permission. But will she give it to me? Will she give me this…and so much more?

Chapter Fourteen

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Talia

He wants to…wash my hair?

“We have to be close, the more comfortable you are around me, the better it will look, right? Getting you comfortable, as comfortable as we need to be with one another, would normally take time. Time we don’t have, little one.”

I frown at the information. I already know what we have and what we don’t. I don’t need to be reminded that all of this is going super fast.

“Because we don’t have the time it would take to grow that connection, I have to come up with alternative ways, find new ways to become close. To get you used to my touch, make it look like we have a relationship with one another that has grown over time. One of those ways I can do that and portray that sense of…closeness, is to do things couples would do…”

He wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me to him so that our skin brushes against one another again. I didn’t realize he was this close.

“After they’ve already had sex, little one.”

“Like…moving in with one another?”

He nods but builds on that, “Like taking a bath with one another and letting me wash your hair for you.”

“Washing my hair? Couples do that for one another?”

He pulls me in front of him with my back turned to him and digs his fingers into my hair. I have to fight back a moan as his big digits work through the strands to massage my scalp. “Hmm, washing your hair. You have such lovely hair.”

I can’t fight the moan when he starts working the shampoo throughout my hair and taking such interest in everything about me. I end up closing my eyes and tilting my head back for him so he can work his magic all over my head. My eyes fly back open when I realize his mouth is on my bare shoulders as he drops kisses on the tops of them.

He cleans the soap from my hair and refills the water. I bring my arms up to cover my boobs and bring my legs up so he can’t see much. But he doesn’t even try. Instead, he just focuses on getting my hair rinsed clean. When it is fully clean, he refills the tub one more time and leans both of us back.

All this time we haven’t really touched, so the fact that I am now leaning up against his naked body with my back to his chest is…shocking. I try to sit up, but he holds me to him, and moving only seems to bring me closer to him.

“Just…relax. See this isn’t so bad, is it?”

If I don’t think about being naked while in the same bath as a man I just met days ago, and the fact I’m sitting on his leg so that my bare bottom is touching him, then sure I guess it’s not bad at all. The things this man has talked me into over the past couple of days are astonishing. I slept with him last night. I realize it might not seem like a lot but for me, it didn’t matter that we were both fully clothed and I don’t think either of us touched the entire night.

But we’re touching now.

He starts rubbing my shoulders to help me relax. At first, it doesn’t work, but over time, with the warmth of the water and the fire, and his kneading fingers working over the tired muscles, I melt. Long moments pass as every kink and knot I have started to slowly release. I’m not really aware of when his touch starts to go lower but over time it’s left my shoulders and sunk lower down my body. His fingers massage the top swell of my breasts. And I tell myself he’s not really touching anything. Not really.

“You should let me give you a massage soon.”

“A massage?” Isn’t that what he’s doing now?


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