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fabric, and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his legs. His thighs were just as powerful as the rest of him, and maybe it was the fever, but I think he was shaking, too.
    Dallas stepped into the bath, moaning when the cool water covered his body. He was too big for the tub; his legs folded practically in half. But he didn’t care, his relief was obvious. I wanted to add some oatmeal in to help soothe him, but all I had was the packaged stuff with dried apples and cinnamon.
    His head fell back, eyes closed. Dallas wasn’t ashamed of his body, and he had absolutely no reason to be. His arm muscles tensed as he pulled his legs in closer. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of looking at him.
    “Will you wash my hair?” He tipped his head in my direction, gaze heavy lidded. The corner of his mouth curled when I rose to my knees, capturing his long, dark hair between my hands, and led him down into the water.
    I started making small circles at his hairline, my thumbs pressed against the back of his head. His eyes closed again, lips curled up in a content smile. He’d given himself completely to me, laying back in the water, his head in my hands. I didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.
    I worked slowly, wondering if Dallas remembered I told him I’d gone to cosmetology school. It was CAST’s first attempt to get me acclimated in the regular world. Everything was great until I had to go on a job interview. Nope, that wasn’t happening. Now I trimmed Kiera and Trina’s hair when they needed it, and I was the shelter groomer. It wasn’t exactly the same thing, but my clients weren’t very picky. One of the things I loved about doing hair was being given the chance to take care of someone, and make them feel their absolute best. I lathered up my palms and gave Dallas one hell of a head massage.
    Dallas’ mouth fell open when I ran my thumb over his eyebrow. I pulled his head back by his soapy hair, submerging his head just enough to rinse the foam away. He groaned, and I tugged harder, just to see what he’d do. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said. “Your hands are the only things keeping me sane.”
    “Just my hands? What about this?” I leaned in to give him a kiss.
    Dallas wrapped his arms around me, almost pulling me into the tub. The kiss mirrored what I’d just done to him. Long, slow circles and lazy strokes that sent the heat from his body spiraling through mine. He tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking on it just like I’d done to him. I cried out against his lips, and he let go of me.
    I was completely soaked from the waist up. I don’t know if Dallas was feeling better, but I certainly was. This was so hot. “I’m not done yet,” I teased.
    His Adam’s apple bobbed. I wasn’t the only one who was nervous. How the hell did I do that to Dallas Channing? “What else are you going to do?” he asked.
    I reached over him. His eyes followed my body, my shirt stuck to me like a second skin. I grabbed the washcloth and the body wash. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to smell like strawberry kiwi.”
    Dallas’ smirk took my breath away. “Is that what you taste like?”
    My whole body was on fire. “Maybe.”
    “Do I get to find out later?”
    Holy shit. “I think so.”
    He raised an eyebrow, and he looked like himself again. “Don’t take any chances. You better make sure I’m clean, Lyssie. Because the two of us are going to get filthy after this.”
    Everything in my body pulsed, from my heart down to my core. I dunked the cloth into the water. I couldn’t make eye contact. Scared, excited, nervous, and that little devil was back, whispering her usual sweet nothings into my ear about how I was going to fuck this up beyond all recognition.
    Shut. Up.
    Dallas caught my hand, still under water. “Please don’t rush through this. I’ve been in agony all day, and the only thing that’s making my life bearable is your touch. Let me watch you explore my