It was like having gentle hands all over her at once, warm and kind and inviting. If the water striking her head was noisier than she liked, it was worth it for the trickle of warm water running down her neck and shoulders.
“This is marvelous!” she said in wonder. “I never knew!”
Conall helped her unweave her braids, and she eagerly poured a handful of shampoo into her palm and put it to her head. It lathered into a frothy foam all over her hands and she was fascinated to watch it spilling down over her breasts. It whispered down her cheek and she tipped her head back to see if she could see it above her even as Conall warned, “Careful, don’t let it get into your—”
Gizelle gave a cry of betrayed pain as her eyes suddenly burned. She backed up blindly.
Conall’s arms were immediately around her, and he was angling her face into the water. “It will pass!” he promised desperately. “Let it rinse away! Blink!”
Gizelle had to fight down her instinct to struggle and screw her eyes shut and went limp in his arms, crying pitifully and letting him rinse the soap from her miserable eyes.
Slowly, the agony faded and Gizelle’s sobs and shaking slowed.
“I’m so sorry,” Conall said. “You were brave to come in, and I’m so sorry that happened.”
“It was awful,” Gizelle said, feeling wrung out. “How do you keep that from happening?”
Conall showed her, tipping his back under the water so it all flowed back away from his face. “Or, you close your eyes,” he suggested.
Gizelle gave a hiccup of a laugh and closed her eyes as Conall helped her rinse the last of the bubbles from her hair.
“We can keep the soap below your chin,” Conall suggested, lathering a bar in his hands.
When he began to soap her, Gizelle forgave him entirely for the unpleasant shampoo experience.
Soap was slippery and Conall massaged it everywhere, and when she had been rinsed clean, he gave her the bar and let her loose on his own body.
As she had been dying to do since she first saw him standing in the shower, Gizelle laid her hands on all the places that fascinated her. She stood on her toes to soap over his broad shoulders and explored each powerful arm. She scrubbed the muscles of his back and ran her hands over his tight ass cheeks, squeezing them for fun.
Standing behind him, she reached around and soaped his cock, half hard from her attention already. She pressed her breasts into his back as she worked, and was rewarded by nearly making him choke.
“Gizelle,” he moaned.
“I think I want to try the Jacuzzi with the bubbles on,” she told him, rinsing all the remaining bubbles off with her careful fingers.
She wasn’t entirely sure why he laughed, but she loved the sound of it.
Chapter 42
Conall was sitting on the deck alone when he felt footsteps that weren’t Gizelle’s. He looked around to see Scarlet walking from the French doors that opened into the living area. She was holding a folder of paperwork, and a clipboard with a yellow steno pad.
“I apologize for walking in without an invitation,” she said. “But knocking...” She gave a helpless shrug.
Conall stood. “That’s one of the things I wanted to talk about. I’d like to get a ringer installed that sets off the lights and vibrates. And maybe an additional light on the deck that is colored?”
Scarlet made a series of swift notes. “That’s certainly reasonable,” she said with a nod. “I would consider that a covered modification.”
“I also want to talk about putting a fridge in,” Conall said, walking into the living area with her. “Perhaps make a kitchenette here.”
Scarlet looked more reluctant about that. “We have certain power considerations here,” she cautioned. “Our generators are not that robust, and we’re still expanding our solar options.”
“A dorm-sized fridge?” Conall countered. “I’m not thinking of full meals, just snacks for days that Gizelle doesn’t feel up to the restaurant, and a coffee maker.”
Scarlet took more notes. “That’s also reasonable. I would expect you to maintain sterile conditions. Sugary items in particular must be safely stowed. We haven’t talked about housekeeping.”
“Daily is unnecessary,” Conall assured her. “Perhaps twice weekly for the linens and floors and supply us with a few basic cleaning supplies.”
Scarlet nodded. “I can have a broom and dustpan brought by.” She frowned at one of the potted plants that looked less robust than the others and made another note.