Page 161 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

I grin, swaying my hips as I prowl toward his back. He's got strong lats and delicious dimples right above his ass. I slide up behind him. He jolts as my tits brush his skin.

My hands slide down his hips, pulling off his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one quick swipe. Rafe spins around, looking shocked as I squat at his feet to help him out of them.

"Christ," he groans. His head falls back. It's weird to see him without his glasses, but he must have taken them off when I wasn't looking. "I'm trying to be a gentleman…" He blows out a heavy breath. "Seeing you down there is not helping me succeed." His hands are tender as he gently pulls me up until I'm standing.

His cock is unreal. He's not circumcised, and even though he's only half-hard he's extremely impressive. My nipples ache in the cool air of the bathroom as his shaft brushes my lower stomach.

"Come on, Ana," Rafe growls. His hands fall to my hips as he walks us into the shower.

It's an open design. You walk in through a hole in the frosted glass and to the right about seven or eight feet there's a bench that curves around the back wall and the side. The waterfall shower head beats down at the perfect angle to hit my shoulders and ass as Rafe backs me toward it. He spins me around and the water feels divine as it falls over my front. There's a handheld attachment on the wall near the bench.

Rafe nods to it. "Want to sit down while I pamper you? Or is here good?"

"Here," I whisper. God, he really is a beautiful man. The thick curls on the top of his head are soaked from the water and that short beard… it all really works for him. He's soft-spoken, but not weak. My stomach teeters as he stretches over, grabbing a few pumps of body wash.

"Shit," he says, shaking his head. "I forgot washcloths."

"You should soap me up with your hands," I tell him, nodding like a bobble head doll. "I am one-hundred percent good with skin on skin contact."

"They're right, you are a naughty little thing. Aren't you, Ana?" Rafe smiles. His hands land on my hips and he lathers the soap into my skin. My chest heaves as he slowly works his way to my back and up my shoulders.

"I am," I agree.

His soapy skin caresses mine as he works over my neck and clavicles and eventually heads lower. He isn't shy as he cleans my breasts, thumbing my nipples. I squeeze my thighs together as he moves lower to do my stomach. He stares into my eyes as he cleans my skin, and it becomes clear Rafe is very good at taking care of someone.

He grabs more body wash and turns back. The next thing I know, he's kneeling down. My shoulders tremble as his warm breath fans over my lower stomach.

His hands work from my upper thighs, down to my knees and over my calves.

I giggle, hopping around on one foot as he lifts the other and carefully soaps my foot.

"Ohmigod," I say, snorting a laugh.

"Hold on to my shoulders," he says, scrubbing the other foot. His fingers lace through my toes and my hands fall to his skin.

"That tickles," I grumble, wiggling around like a lunatic.

Rafe smiles up at me. "We've got to get you all cleaned up. I'm not going to avoid touching your adorable little toes."

He stands up quickly and guides me back to the bench. The shelf full of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner is on the wall at our side, but Rafe gently directs me to have a seat. He grabs the wand and flicks it on, taking a seat at my side. He gently cleans off my body.

"Turn around with your back toward me," Rafe says, moving to sit sideways on the bench.

The light, fruity smell of shampoo fills the air as he lathers my hair. Rafe proceeds to tell me all about how I have a new step-mother who's younger than I am.

"From what Vik could tell, she wasn't there by choice. We don't have all the details, but she's currently with Soren." Rafe continues to pamper me. He definitely knows how to deliver questionable news. I'm not sure how I would have handled it if he wasn't massaging my scalp and purring softly behind me.

"She's not hurt?"

"Not by any of the men we're associated with," Rafe assures me.

He rinses out the shampoo and repeats the process with conditioner.

"I'm pretty sure that's why Pack Frasier is so dead-set on owning a franchise. They want it as a legal front for auctioning off omegas to the highest bidder," I say as Rafe rubs more conditioner into my long hair. "For those businessmen or rich guys who want someone to fit their needs."

"That's basically what we were thinking," Rafe says, his voice lined with sadness.

My mind flies back to what he said about Keeley. She's literally younger than I am. I'm horrified on her behalf. It's good that she's out of that situation. Hopefully, the guys she's with now will protect her in the event Barrett wants his gift back. I always knew Byron Frasier was slimy, but knowing more details makes me even more disgusted.