Chapter Twenty-Four
Joe didn’t just get her in the shower after taking off all her clothes—he stripped off his own and joined her under the hot spray. He turned her around and ran his hands over her back. “You’re going to have some nice bruises here and here,” he said, touching her hip and shoulder. He turned her with all the gentleness she didn’t expect and slid his hand into her hair, tilting her head back under the water.
It felt so good, the warmth of the water running in her hair and the warmth of his skin against her chest. She shut her eyes and then opened them when his hands slipped away as he reached for the shampoo and poured some into his hand, running it over her hair and scrubbing the itch. It felt so good.
“You don’t need to wash my hair,” she said, but she didn’t mean it
