The Weekend Proposition - Ella Jade Page 0,29

her body neglected. With every touch she felt his desire to please her.

He reached for the bottle on the built-in shelf in front of her.

“That’s shampoo,” she told him. “Don’t you want the body wash?”

“Not yet.” He led her to the jet on the wall behind them. “Tilt your head back.”

Holy crap! He wants to wash my hair.

He gathered her locks in his hand and gently moved her head under the stream. Once he was satisfied her hair was wet enough, he poured the mint scented shampoo into his palm.

“Your hair is beautiful.” He massaged the shampoo into her scalp, working his way down her head. She closed her eyes as he manipulated the soap into a sudsy lather. His fingers created a strong but relaxing pressure as he moved them to the base of her head.

“Oh...that feels really good.”

“Just enjoy, sweetheart. You deserve to be taken care of.”

The soap dripped from her hair and trickled down her breasts and stomach. She imagined his hands taking the same path as the bubbles. She longed for his expert fingers inside her heat. He knew how and where to touch.

“Lean your head back again,” he whispered into her ear. “I need to rinse your hair.”

“Hmm...” She tilted her head back and let him wash away the suds.

When he moved closer to her, his erection pressed against her backside. Apparently she wasn’t the only one aroused with the scenario he had created. With one hand he continued to thread his fingers through her locks, making sure there were no traces of soap, but with his other he proved why he was such an expert pianist. He traced his fingertips over the top of her breasts and then across her nipples.

She placed her head against his shoulder as he moved his hand lower. “I’m ready for the body wash now.”

She turned to face him. “I think it’s my turn to address your needs.” Peeking down between them she licked her lips when she spied his impressive erection. “I have just the thing.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” He kissed her hard on the lips as she backed him against the wall. “I think I may need extra attention.”

She trailed hot, opened-mouth kisses across his shoulders and down his chest. “That I can do.” She dropped to her knees and glanced up at him. “For as long as it takes.”

WHEN THEY EMERGED FROM the long, steamy shower breakfast waited for them. The aroma of the fresh bacon and sausage seeped down the hall. She was sure she’d gained a few pounds these past few days, indulging in all of the decadent foods, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten so well. She’d tried many different foods but she couldn’t wait to tell her mother she’d eaten lobster. They always joked that one day they’d splurge and treat themselves to a fancy dinner. They had yet to do that.

Spencer slipped on a pair of jeans. “From the way this room smells, I’m betting breakfast is here.”

“I’m starving.” She threw on a black t-shirt and matching boy shorts. “Let’s eat.”

“That’s what you’re wearing?” He looked her over.

“What? Not formal enough for you, Mr. Cannon?”

“I’m wondering how you expect me to get through breakfast without ravishing you.” He took her into his arms. “You look delectable.”

“I could say the same about you and your bare chest. What kind of workout gets you those abs?”

“Martial Arts.”

“Really?” The thought of him sparring or breaking boards with his bare hands sent tingles through her. Could he get any more desirable?

“I’m a third degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. I started when I was a kid and continued as an adult. I don’t make time for much else but I never miss my training sessions. I’m at the gym at five-thirty, four days a week.”

“You’re a freakin’ machine.” She finished towel drying her hair. “An accomplished pianist, a black belt, a billionaire, and a CEO. Where have you been all my life?”

“I’ve never associated myself with all of those labels.” He led her down the hall and to the perfectly set table. “I’m just me. Nothing spectacular.”

“Yeah, right. You’re too good to be true.” She realized why Ava couldn’t let go. Men like Spencer were hard to find. If a girl found one like him how could she give him up?

She sat down at the table set for two and placed her napkin in her lap. Luckily for her, she’d worked for her cousin’s catering business from