I met his gaze in the mirror. He was now drying his hair with a towel, eyes on me. That towel was not going to get his hair completely dry.
“Do we have a blow dryer?” I asked. “If we do, I can dry your hair for you.”
His boyish grin was back. You’d think I’d just offered him the world.
“We do,” he told me, placing the towel on the counter.
He began searching under the cabinet, rummaging around until he found what we needed. He stood and plugged the black hair dryer into the outlet.
“I’ll dry your hair after I finish drying off,” I told him.
“No rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
I dried off while he draped a towel low around his waist, the edges tucked against his hip, the sexy V of his waist making my mouth water.Don’t think Naughty thoughts. Don’t do it.As I finished drying off, he left the bathroom and returned with a short white robe.
Holding it open for me, he said, “Here, baby. Put this on.”
I slid my arms through, letting him pull it around me and tie the belt with a neat knot at my waist. The small act made me smile. Even the simplest gestures from my savage left me feeling spoiled and cherished.
I grabbed the dryer off the counter and turned the heat setting until I found the right level. I glanced up at him. Sooo, this height difference was going to be a problem.
“How are we going to do this?” I asked.
He leaned against the counter, towel slipping even lower on him, making it really hard for me to focus.
“I can squat,” he offered with a shrug.
I shook my head. “That would be inconvenient for you. And your knees.”
He smirked, that mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. “I have an idea.”
Before I could ask, he swept me off my feet again and set me on the bathroom counter, his big hands firm against my waist. Then he stepped between my legs, turning around so his back was to me, towel still hanging low.
“Will this work?” he asked.
“You find any chance to get between my legs, don’t you?” I teased, reaching up to smooth my fingers through his damp hair.
“Don’t tempt me, woman. I’ve got a taste for something sweet anyway.”
I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “Yes. This will definitely work.”
For the next few minutes, I guided the dryer through his hair, brushing my fingers through the damp strands while the warm air blew. He stood still, head tilted slightly, letting me take care of him.
His hands rubbed up and down my legs as if he needed to touch me every second of every minute. I moved the dryer slowly, making sure every lock was dry.
“All done,” I told him, turning the dryer off and setting it on the counter.
He turned with a slight smile on his face.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome,” I told him.
“Now wrap your legs around me so I can carry you to the bedroom to get dressed.”
I didn’t even bother telling him I could walk on my own. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him and let him carry me from the bathroom. I was beyond addicted to my husband.
I’d probably lose my mind if something ever happened to this man, to my heart, to the love of my life.
