67. Jasmine

67

JASMINE

" W ould you like me to wash your hair?" Jasmine offered as she reached for the shampoo.

Ell-rom laughed nervously. "What hair?"

"Okay. The fuzz. It still needs to be washed."

His eyes started glowing. "I would love your hands on me. So, if you want to massage my scalp, you are more than welcome to do so."

Jasmine knew what her prince was thinking, which was exactly what she wanted him to think. She would have to rise above the cover of bubbles, and he would get to see her breasts.

"Turn around." She circled with her finger.

He looked disappointed. "Do I have to?"

She laughed. "How else am I going to get to your head?"

The glow in his eyes intensified. "You could lean over me."

Jasmine canted her head. "Then the game will be over before it begins. Turn around, Ell-rom."

There was defiance in his blazing blue eyes, but after a moment, he did as she'd commanded, giving her his back.

He had a nice back, even though she could count all his ribs. It was broad, with the skin stretched taut over it, and it was starting to look healthy. It had a slightly lighter shade than hers, and it had a natural golden hue that she could only accomplish by rubbing colored tanning oil over herself.

One day soon, though, he would fill out, and this gorgeous skin would be stretched taut over strong muscle. He wouldn't even need to frequent the gym to get ripped. Immortals and gods didn't have to work hard for their perfect physiques.

As she moved behind him, rubbing a little shampoo into his scalp and massaging gently with her fingertips, Ell-rom moaned and tilted his head back.

"You see? I told you it would feel good."

"I knew it would," he murmured. "You have magic fingers."

She chuckled. "You've seen nothing yet, big guy."

He swallowed audibly. "What are you planning to do to me?"

"Only good things. Lots and lots of pleasure."

He tilted his head so far back that he could look upside down into her eyes. "I don't want to be just the receiver. I want to be the giver."

"I know, sweetheart." She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "And you will."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Jasmine still didn't know how she was going to do that without overwhelming him, scaring him, stressing him out, or embarrassing him. Virgin priests were not her specialty.

When she was done with the scalp massage, she took a fresh washcloth, wetted it with the spray nozzle, and rubbed the suds off.

After dipping it in the water again, she squirted some liquid soap onto the washcloth and ran it over his back, his neck, and his arms, lovingly stroking every part of him she could reach.

It should have been relaxing for Ell-rom, but his shoulders were stiff. She had a good idea why, but there wasn't much she could do about it. If she just looped her arms around him and reached for his pleasure handle, he would come like a firecracker and get embarrassed.

Damn. She had never been with someone so inexperienced.

How was she going to make him feel comfortable? Could she just be herself and do things the way she wanted?

When she leaned over him, flattening her breasts against his back to reach around and soap his chest, he groaned, but he didn't make a move to touch her. He was letting her lead because he assumed that she knew what she was doing.

Well, she did. She could seduce most men and give them a night to remember, but pleasuring a former virgin acolyte with amnesia would be uncharted territory for the most experienced of courtesans.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, appreciative of the raw potential of his big body. One day soon, he would be covered in corded muscles. Leaning over his shoulder, she could see the tip of his erection protruding over the bubbles, and her mouth watered for it.

He hadn't even touched her yet, and she was so damn aroused that if he mounted her right now, she would be ready for him.

Biting her lip, she moved the washcloth lower, soaping his stomach, but she stopped before reaching his bobbing shaft.

His groan sounded pained. "Jasmine," he breathed.

"Yes?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just don't stop."