Chapter 744:
“What are you doing? It’s so itchy,”
I said, trying to shrink my neck and push him away, but my hands were covered in soap.
However, as he continued to kiss the skin around my neck, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Keep washing the dishes. Don’t worry about me.”
“Stop fooling around,”
I said, still unable to push him off and unable to continue washing the dishes.
After a moment, I leaned gently against him. As I caught my breath, he suddenly reached out and took my hand.
He rinsed my hand under the faucet, squeezing a bit of soap onto it, and began to rub it in.
His fingers caressed mine, sliding back and forth, making my heart feel like it was melting.
I could only focus on how gentle, strong, and warm his hands felt. My gaze lingered on our hands being washed under the tap, and the corners of my mouth lifted into a soft smile.
And a clear spring seemed to gush out from my heart. Soon, all the oil and bubbles were washed away by the water. Herbert reached for the towel in the kitchen and gently wiped my hands, from the inside out. Then, I took the towel and began drying his large hands. He lowered his head quietly, his gaze fixed entirely on me, and I could see the heat in his eyes.
As I finished drying his hands, I was about to put the towel back when, without warning, he suddenly bent down and picked me up!
“What are you doing?” I asked in a low voice, feeling dizzy.
“Let’s go upstairs. I have something to say to you,” Herbert murmured, glancing at me before turning and walking toward the stairs.
“What can’t you say here?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, already knowing what he wanted in that moment.
He walked into the master bedroom and, with a swift motion, kicked the door shut behind him. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed me down onto the big bed. Immediately, he began tugging at my clothes. A sudden thought crossed my mind.
“Did you lock the door?”
His eyes flickered momentarily.
“Lucas won’t be back so early.”
“There’s also Miranda,” I reminded him, pushing gently at his chest.
“Miranda won’t come up,” he reassured me, continuing his efforts.
“No, no!” I protested, and, after a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly stopped, getting up to lock the door. He then stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on me, not moving for what felt like an eternity.
I couldn’t bear the silence any longer. Swallowing hard, I asked, “What are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at you,” Herbert replied, his gaze intense.
