Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

might burn my skin. If I don’t wait long enough, I risk wasting my effort. So, I count. To sixty. Five times.

Finally, I turn the water on, let it heat up, and rinse off the foam. I’m surprised to find myself hair-free, skin as smooth as silk. Huh. What do you know?

I quickly wash my body with the baby soap from the pink bottle and let myself linger only a few minutes in the tub before draining it and getting out to dry off. I brush my teeth next and then reach for the silky material sitting on the counter.

I smile. It’s pink, of course. It’s also soft and luxurious. When I pull it over my head, I feel like a princess. Two thin bands hold it up by my shoulders. There is a lace edge that runs along the top above my breasts and also along the hem at my thighs.

It’s short, and I glance back at the counter. He hasn’t left me any panties. I’ve never slept without panties. I’ve also never slept in the nude. I consider putting the ones I’ve had on all day and then decide against it. He’s not the sort of person who makes mistakes. If he didn’t leave panties, he doesn’t mean for me to wear them. I wonder if this means he intends to find out.

I panic a bit as I let my hair down and then rush back into my bedroom. I turn off the lights and scurry to get under the covers. I’m breathing heavily again by the time I’m situated with my nightgown pulled down under my butt and the covers pulled up to my chin.

He said he would come tuck me in. What does that mean? I’m a bit confused by his signals. Sometimes I find him staring at me…longingly? Other times he holds me at arm’s length. He has held me in his lap several times now. He touches me in some way nearly every time he’s near me.

He wouldn’t do all that if he wasn’t interested, right? But am I ready to have sex with him? My body is screaming out that I am because I’ve been horny for hours. My brain is far more rational and points out that I’ve known him less than two days. I’ve gone twenty-two years without giving up my virginity. I shouldn’t rush into something, especially with a man I hardly know.

A thought occurs to me though. If I were no longer a virgin, maybe whoever wants to buy me will no longer be interested. It’s not a bad idea.

I flinch when a knock sounds at my door right before Davis steps inside. He leaves the door open, allowing the light from the hallway to bathe my room in the ray of brightness.

He’s smiling as he sits next to my hip and sets his hand on my belly. “How did the hair remover work out?”

“Fine.” Jesus. Do we have to discuss this? I wonder if he’s planning to check for himself, and then I can’t decide if I like that idea or not.

“Good. I thought you’d like it. Razors make me nervous around female parts.”

I flush for the millionth time.

“Does the nightgown fit okay?”

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

He grins wickedly. “That’s eight.”

I groan. “That’s not fair.”

He shrugs. “It’s my rule.”

“I think I should get three freebies each day then. If you’re going to buy me things, I’ll want to express my appreciation.”

He chuckles. “I’ll think about it.” And then he leans down and kisses me gently on the lips. His hand moves around so that he’s gripping my torso, his fingers wrapped around to my back, his thumb under my breast.

When he removes his hand to reach for Bunny and snuggle her against my neck, I miss his touch. I’m afraid he’s going to leave now, and I don’t want him to go.

I dig deep and find some courage. “I was thinking…”

“What were you thinking, sweetie?”

“If the man who wants to buy me is looking for a virgin, maybe the contract would be useless to him if I were no longer a virgin.”

Davis chuckles like I’m silly and then cups my face. Not the reaction I was hoping for. “That may be true, but it poses a bunch of problems.”

“Like what?”

“For one, you’re not leaving this house for any reason and no one is coming into the house either, so who would you have sex with?”

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I feel incredibly foolish. Have I misread him entirely?

He slowly smiles and then strokes my lower lip with his thumb. “I’m kidding. There isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I’d let you have sex with another man besides me.”

“Oh.” I let out a breath, hopeful again.

“But that’s not the only issue. I’m also not having sex with you. Not in the near future. Not while you’re finding yourself and getting to know me. If you’re good and you find yourself wanting to get intimate with me, I’ll gradually introduce you to my kind of sexual contact, but I’m not penetrating your untouched pussy while we’re dealing with this problem. It’s out of the question.”

I gasp. “You said I can’t touch myself, and you’re not going to touch me either?”

He shakes his head. “I’m going to touch you, sweetie. Soon. I promise. I’m just not going to penetrate you.”

I sigh. “But what if that would make all the difference?”

“Well, that brings up the next problem. How on earth do you suppose you would go about proving anything? You think you’re going to go to the man who bought you and show him your broken hymen or something? Hell, there’s a good chance your hymen isn’t even intact already. Hardly any woman makes it to your age with some sort of skin still lingering to represent any sort of virginity. Tampons. Fingers. Vibrators. Horseback riding. Bicycles. All of those things would destroy the evidence, so to speak.”

He has a point, and I feel ridiculous. “Right.” I squirm at