With her shave lotion still in one hand, he straightened and hauled her to him with his other arm as he burst out laughing.
Before she could process their scenario, standing, na**d in the shower Prentice holding her and laughing about showering products, he pulled away.
He reached for the last remaining bottle, muttering with obvious amusement, “Process of elimination.”
Then he turned her to face away from him and she stared at the tile wall, her mind snapping into focus.
“Pren –”
She interrupted herself this time as his fingers slid pleasantly strong through her hair and against her scalp.
He was washing her hair.
She supposed at some point her mother washed her hair when she was younger. But she didn’t remember.
And, of course, when she was at the stylists, they washed her hair and gave her a head massage and she always enjoyed that.
However, this was something else.
This felt marvelous.
Her mind erased, her head bent forward and her body automatically relaxed back into Prentice’s. He took her weight as his hands worked in her hair.
When he was done, he gently moved her forward under the spray. Supporting her weight against his body with an arm at her waist, he used his other hand to rinse the soap from her hair.
Then he repeated this delightful sequence of actions.
Then he progressed the shower by using his hands, soapy with her body wash, to cleanse her from neck to feet.
Thoroughly cleansing her.
That felt marvelous too.
So marvelous she didn’t protest and was still dazed when he carefully maneuvered her out from under the spray and positioned himself in it.
She was still dazed when he said, “We need to hurry, baby. Help me out.”
She looked up at him, blank, as he squirted her shampoo in his palm.
“Help you?” she asked stupidly.
He set the shampoo aside and gave her the body wash. She stared at it, her mind freezing as she understood what he meant.
Then she stared at him.
Then she said the first thing that popped into her head.
“If I use this, you’re going to smell like lilies of the valley.”
He grinned as his hand shot up, curving around her neck and he pulled her face to his.
“Means I’ll smell you all day,” he said against her lips before he touched his there and finished in that soft tone that did funny things to her entire system, “Works for me.”
Then he released her and went back to shampooing.
Isabella stared at the body wash in her hand. Then she stared at his body. Then her mind fogged but that was fine considering her hands didn’t need her mind to work to do what they wanted to do.
She was thoroughly enjoying running her soapy hands along the slick, wet, soapy skin and hard muscle of Prentice’s body, very thoroughly enjoying it, when Prentice’s fingers curled around her wrists. He pulled her up against his body by wrapping her arms around his waist.