The drowsy smile on Mercedes’s face flashed to something akin to surprise. Ahh, so she’d thought he was joking about that, did she?
“Turn around,” he instructed, reaching for the bottle of shampoo that hadn’t been in his shower that morning. It must’ve belonged to Mercedes and had been delivered just as expected by his housekeeper, Janelle, while they’d been out.
Reaching for the detachable shower head, Xander wet the long, silky strands of Mercedes’s hair before applying a generous amount of shampoo. The scent that filled his shower was unmistakably hers. He didn’t pretend to know much about flowers, but he could distinctly define the scent of lavender that drifted on the humid air around them.
After washing her hair, he used the conditioner as well and then proceeded to soap her body, taking the time to observe the creamy, smooth skin of her ass ensuring there weren’t any marks. Once he was satisfied, he turned his attention between her legs. When she began to moan softly while he soaped her up, he smiled. She was right back to where he wanted her. Aroused.
When he was satisfied with how clean she was, Xander took a step back before snatching his own body wash from the shelf. He lathered himself, going as slow as he could manage while Mercedes watched him – or more accurately, watched his hands as he thoroughly soaped his rigid erection. He lingered on his cock longer than necessary, but the way her eyes glazed over was almost enough to send him into orbit. He was that fucking close.
He had to stop her when she reached for him.
“Not yet, pet. You’ll get your turn in a minute.” If he let her touch him now, he’d come in her hand, and when he came, he fully intended to be inside of her. Fuck, he hoped he lasted even that long.
“Lean back against the wall and put your right foot on the ledge,” he told her as he reached for the pink can of shaving cream sitting near the shampoo.
“Have you ever done this before?” she asked him, sounding worried.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked sternly. He wasn’t interested in going into detail about his past experiences, but yes, he’d certainly been in this position more than once.
“No, I don’t,” she finally said with a small smile.
“Trust me, pet.”
Xander filled his hand with shaving cream and lathered her mound before dropping to his knees in front of her. The hard tile of the floor would’ve bothered him if he hadn’t been distracted by the pretty picture she made standing above him, her cunt open for his perusal.
Not wanting to draw out the process for longer than necessary, Xander didn’t tease her much as he focused on the razor in his hand. Instead, he worked diligently, reapplying shaving cream when necessary, rinsing thoroughly until she was completely bare.
That was when he knew he’d reached his tipping point.
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Mercedes would admit to her fear. Well, not out loud, but she’d definitely admit her nerves were at war inside of her. And it had nothing to do with Xander wielding a razor between her legs.
In fact, that had been quite an experience. The man was precise about everything he did, and shaving was something he was especially good at.
What he was also good at was driving her crazy.
For the last half hour, she’d stood in the shower with him, only briefly able to physically touch his stellar body. Now, as he led her across the bedroom, going directly for the bed, she prayed they would not pass go or collect anything on their way.
She was tired of waiting.
Touching him was something she’d ached to do and after all of the amazing things he’d done to her body since noon that day, she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.
“Please tell me it’s my turn,” she whispered, trying to keep her request as non-intimidating as possible. She truly wasn’t trying to top him. At the moment, domination and submission weren’t even on her radar.
She just wanted to freaking touch him.
Xander turned to face her, the backs of his knees against the mattress. When he pulled her against him, his big, warm body lining up with hers, she sucked in a breath.
The man was perfection. All sleek, formidable muscle, long and corded beautifully.
And his cock.
Sweet mercy. He was big. Huge.
Not that he looked impressively large against his way bigger than average frame, but Mercedes could feel the heavy weight of his cock against her belly, and she knew he was well above average.
Right now, she wanted to measure him. With her mouth.
“Do you think you’ve earned a turn?” he asked, that wicked gleam in his brilliant green eyes.
“No,” she said truthfully. As far as a submissive went, she’d failed miserably for most of the day. And up until their scene at Devotion, she truly hadn’t put forth much effort. Not until she realized exactly what she was holding out on.