He definitely didn’t let her get her thoughts sorted.
She tipped her head back, blinking against the spray and looked up at him.
“Pren –”
She, yet again, didn’t finish his name.
“Jesus, Elle, with all this shit, do you have any shampoo?”
Her blinking eyes saw he had two of her bottles in his hands and he was studying them.
“That’s body wash,” she informed him inanely, pointing to the bottle in his right hand. “And that’s body scrub,” she went on, pointing to the bottle in his left.
He put them down and grabbed another one.
“That’s conditioner,” she said quickly.
He looked at her, put the conditioner down and grabbed another one.
“That’s shave lotion.”
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.
The water cascaded down both of them but his head shielded her face which was tipped to look up at his.
His every-colored eyes were so warm they were burning and her breath caught.
His voice was a husky rumble as he murmured, “I think you got it.”
“Okay,” she whispered, vaguely embarrassed because she was overenthusiastic with the body wash.
Mostly, she was lost in counting the occurrence of each color in his irises and comparing the numbers.
Then she distractedly noticed something changed in those eyes and her mind only fully processed the change when his hand came to her jaw.
She blinked.
Then she focused on the look in his face and her belly dropped.
“What?” she whispered.
His thumb slid along her bottom lip.
His voice was again a husky rumble, this one softer and definitely sweeter when he whispered, “You haven’t looked at me like that in twenty years.”
Isabella’s throat closed and her body went solid.
For half a second.
Then his fingers slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head, his arm sliced around her waist, pulling her deeper into his body and he kissed her.
Hard, long, and beautiful with the warm water sliding down their bodies and lilies of the valley fragrancing everything around them.
Heaven.
When she was putty in his hands, he released her but kissed her forehead and stepped out of the shower before she could think another thought.
She watched mutely through the glass door as he toweled off then wrapped the towel around his h*ps and turned to her.
“I’ll get the kids,” he said before he strode from the room.
She stared at the empty room and then her body jolted.
This wasn’t right.
Well, it was right, in a perfect world type of way.
But Isabella existed in a world that was far from perfect.
And she needed to shield Prentice and his children from that world
She turned off the water, jumped from the shower, toweled off and ran into the bedroom. Dragging on underwear and a bra, she opened the wardrobe doors and stilled, staring at her clothes.
She’d packed in a panic, not thinking of much except making certain she had the bare necessities. She never dreamed she’d be there for over a week. Everything she had in the wardrobe, Prentice had already seen.
It was too early to start recycling outfits.
And she needed a good outfit.
They’d had great sex last night and woke up together for the first time ever. That alone meant she needed a good outfit.
But they’d also just had great sex that morning and showered together for the first time ever.
That meant she needed a great outfit.
One part of her mind stopped the ridiculous rampaging thoughts of the other.
What was she thinking? She wasn’t trying to impress him with her style and flair.
She grabbed a pair of jeans and ran to the bureau and snatched a long-sleeved, dusty pink, thin, fitted t-shirt. She tugged these on and started to run from the room when she realized the towel was still wrapped around her hair.