I raised my eyebrow. “You counted the seconds it took for me to come?”
“Of course.”
I guffawed. “Is that a lad thing?”
Kane shrugged. “Probably just a me thing.”
I leered at him for a few moments before bowing my head and pressing it against his hard chest. Seconds passed by when I suddenly shivered. Kane felt my shiver and turned us so my back was directly under the hot spray of the showerhead.
I hummed. “That is so nice.”
“Is your back still sore?” he quizzed as he rubbed his hands over my shoulders.
I nodded. “It’s just because of all the weight I’m carryin’ around my front with the baby.”
“How about a massage after we finish showering?”
“Sounds good to me, daddy.”
I was about to speak when Kane suddenly said, “Did you just pee?”
I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Ew. No. Why would you ask that?”
“The water got a little warmer all of a sudden.”
I frowned. “I didn’t wee.”
“It’s okay if you did—”
“Kane.” I cut him off. “I didn’t wee.”
He grinned teasingly at me. “There are two types of people in the world, those who pee in the shower, and those who lie about it.”
I balled my hands into fists.
“I did not piss in the bloody shower.”
“You’re a liar.”
“KANE!” I screeched. “I went to the toilet before I got in. If I pissed in the fuckin’ shower, I’d say it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll piss on you if you keep this up.”
“Is that a way of marking your territory?”
I covered my face with my hands.
“I hate you,” I grumbled.
“Now I definitely know you’re lying.”
I lowered my hands and glared at him. “I do hate you.”
He smiled. “Then I love the way you hate me.”
My lip quirked and he saw it.
“Ah-ha! Made you smile, you can’t be mad anymore.”
I grunted, “How old are you? Fifteen? A smile doesn’t get you off the hook, I can mutely be pissed for weeks, even years.”
Kane blinked. “Even against your baby daddy?”
“Especially against my baby daddy.”
Kane’s look of horror caused me to laugh. He pulled me close and kissed the crown of my head and helped me finish washing myself in places I couldn’t reach. He even washed and conditioned my hair simply because he enjoyed doing it for me.
I did my part and scrubbed his back for him, every so often stopping to kiss one of his many scars which made him smile as he watched me through the reflection of the glass. He kept rubbing the steam away so he could watch what I was doing, and it gave me excited chills knowing he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
We both stayed under the spray of water, just touching and kissing one another until the water began to run cold. We got out then and Kane wrapped me in a huge white towel that I snuggled into. I watched as he wrapped a smaller towel around his lower half.
“I do be freezin’ gettin’ out of the shower; it’s why I snuggle into towels like this. Do you not get cold since you have nothin’ coverin’ your upper body?”
Kane snickered at my question. “Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. It never matters because it only takes me a few minutes to dry and put some clothes on.”
I exhaled. “I’m not like you at all. I sit on my bed, wrapped in my towel for ages before the urge to get dressed hits.”
“Is that a woman thing?” Kane teased, repeating my earlier words.
I chortled. “Probably just a me thing.”
“Doubtful,” Kane joked. “I can imagine Bronagh doing the same thing as you though she’s much lazier than you are.”
I took no offence at being called lazy because it was true.
I giggled. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’s been doin’ so well after finishin’ her anger management program, but you know her anger is somethin’ she has to deal with for life. Don’t be the cause of her relapse.”
Kane held both of his hands in the air. “Dominic can do that all on his own without my help.”
I rubbed water from my nose onto my towel, then I watched as Kane dried his delicious body before he slipped on a pair of skin-tight boxer shorts. I frowned when my eyes landed on his left thigh.
“Switch to your right leg when injectin’ your insulin for a while,” I mumbled. “Your left one is all bruised up.”