Go potty? Eek. He didn’t just say that, did he? But she did need to go. She was just finishing up when he returned and blushed bright red as he walked in. But he didn’t say a thing, just moved to the bath as she washed her hands. She left off her pants but kept her panties on, not quite ready to strip completely.
He dropped some things in the bath then crouched in front of her. Taking hold of her panties, he started pushing them down her legs. Sugar. She was so glad she’d shaved this morning. Everywhere.
“Hold onto my shoulders to step out of them,” he instructed. He tossed her panties onto her pile of clothes then stood and reached around to undo her bra.
Wow. He was quick. She wondered how many times he’d done that. Then all thought fled as he whipped off his T-shirt. Oh God, he was gorgeous. She vaguely remembered seeing him without his shirt on that night he’d taken care of her. But seeing it now, with a clear head, she could really appreciate it.
He swung around to turn off the tap and she got a good look at his back. Yum. She reached out and ran her fingers over his tattoo.
“This is amazing.” His entire back was covered. It started with an eagle at his shoulders, its huge wings expanding out. It looked so realistic, like it was going to fly straight towards her. But under the eagle was a woman looking up to it and rays of light shone down on her face.
It was gorgeous. Beautiful.
He turned and cupped her face between his hands, lightly kissing her forehead. “Thank you.” He lifted her into the bath. His strength made her breath catch. He settled her on her bottom and knelt beside her. He’d already put some plastic cups, a sieve and whisk into the bath. Her toys, she guessed.
“Do you need your hair washed?”
“Yes, please. If you don’t mind. I left my shampoo and conditioner in the shower.” He rose and got them. Then he untied her hair and reached for one of the cups.
She picked up a sieve and started to play. He ran the cup of water over her head and she let out a small cry. “Daddy!” She wiped at her face, blinking her eyes.
“Don’t like water in your face?”
“No,” she sulked.
“Look up at the ceiling.” She pushed her head back as he used his hand to keep the water from going in her face.
He worked shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp and she let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling herself relax. He rinsed out the shampoo and she played with the toys again. By the time he’d finished washing her hair, she was too busy playing to worry about being naked in front of him.
He didn’t speak as he washed her back, inspecting every inch of her for injury. He lightly rubbed her shoulders and she let out a murmur of pleasure.
“One arm out, baby girl.”
She gave him one arm at a time to wash then he moved the cloth over the front of her body.
“Daddy, you’re in the way,” she complained.
“Enjoying yourself are you, baby girl?”
“Yep. I’m going to whisk up all the water.” She poked out her tongue as she concentrated on using the whisk. Then he ran the cloth over one breast and she sucked in a breath as it crossed her nipple, sending a spark of pleasure through her blood.
“Just keep playing. Pretend I’m not here,” he murmured.
Yeah. That was pretty impossible. But she didn’t look at him as he washed her other breast, all too aware of the flush of arousal on her face. He moved down her tummy, towards her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip, but he slid the cloth down one leg to her foot, pulling it slightly out of the water to wash between her toes.
She giggled at the sensation.
“Someone has ticklish feet.” He ran a finger along the sole of her foot.
“Daddy!” She kicked out, trying to loosen his hold, and ended up splashing water into his face. She burst into giggles before placing her hand over her mouth, worried he’d be upset.
But he just wiped his face and grinned at her. “Knew taking off my shirt would be a good idea.”
“Sorry, Daddy, but you did tickle me.”
He nodded. “Serves me right.”
She smiled at him.