The sensation of Harper combing through Oliver’s damp hair was unexpected, intimate, and sent a pleasant warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the hot water. “Careful now,” he warned playfully, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Keep that up and I might fall asleep right here in the shower.” He remained still under her touch, allowing her to explore the texture of his hair as it became softer under her ministration. One of his hands came up to rest on her waist possessively while the other braced against the tile wall for balance. “You are getting really good at this,” he complimented sincerely. “Maybe I should hire you as my personal stylist instead of letting you sit behind a desk all day.” His blue eyes stayed closed as he savoured the feeling of her fingers
