Damn, if he didn’t want to taste them, but he would be good and honorable. Or so he told himself.
He ran the soap down over her midriff, along her narrow waist, and lifted her against his chest to scrub her back and backside, loving the feel of her firm cheeks. And all she did was sigh and moan and seek his chest to lay her head on.
He left between her legs for last, intending to hurry and be done with that spot and have her out of the tub before he lost his senses.
Her legs were easy to reach, since she was so petite including her feet. He was almost done with her. He rubbed the soap over the red curls, his fingers getting entwined with them and his thumb accidentally connecting with her small bud of pleasure.
Leave it be. Leave it be, he silently cautioned himself.
Paying mind to his warning, he slid his hand down between her legs that had remained slightly spread after washing them. He ran the bar of soap over her, not letting his fingers touch her as torturous as it was.
“Enough,” he mumbled to himself and placed the soap in the holder.
He slipped his arm under her legs, his other arm at her back, and went to stand when he felt her hand press at his chest.
“I’ll have you here and now after torturing me the way you have.”
“You weren’t asleep,” he accused with a hint of a smile.
“You think I could sleep while you touched me so intimately?” She didn’t wait for his response. She moved out of his arms and situated herself between his legs. “My turn to wash you.”
She reached past him to grab the soap, her breasts brushing his chest and faintly skimming his warm cheek.
“Tease me like that, wife, and you’ll find me inside you fast enough.”
She frowned. “You would rob me of the pleasure of touching all of you as you did me?”
Ruddock closed his eyes and groaned at the thought of her small hands exploring him. He kept them closed when she began to rub his chest with the soap, slowly, methodically, even more so when she ran her palms over his nipples.
“Sorrell,” he said with a passion filled growl.
“Shhh,” she said near his lips. “I’m enjoying myself.”
The next thing he knew, her hand had slipped between his legs and taken hold of his manhood that had already swelled to a tormenting ache.
She stroked it, tugged playfully at it, but when she moved closer and rubbed it against her entrance, he lost it.
His hands were at her waist as his eyes sprang open and he landed her down on his manhood with such accuracy that she gasped when she felt him rest deep inside her.
She rushed her hands to grip his shoulders as he began to slide her up and down on his manhood, his rhythm picking up speed as he went. She wouldn’t last long. She didn’t want to.
She dropped her brow to his and he quickly captured her lips with his, catching a moan that escaped her.
Ruddock couldn’t slow down, didn’t want to slow down. He had driven himself mad washing her and with her hands having tormented him, he couldn’t hold on any longer to his sanity. And he was sure she felt the same.
Sorrell tore her mouth away from his and with an anguished plea moaned, “Ruddock.”
That did it for him. It was the first time she called him by his given name when they made love and it sent him over the edge. And he took her with him.
Sorrell groaned so loud, it echoed off the walls and Ruddock couldn’t stop himself from letting out a roar.
Other satisfying groans followed until they tapered off and Sorrell fell limp against her husband. It took a while for the last ripple to fade away and that was when it struck her. If she thought she was tired before, it was nothing to how she felt now.
Ruddock locked his arms around her as her body grew more limp against him. This little tryst had more than exhausted her.
“You need sleep,” he said and kissed her brow.
“I can’t move. I don’t want to move,” she pleaded.
Ruddock lifted her off him, moans of protest coming from her, and placed her in his arms. He climbed out of the tub and placed her feet on the floor and resting her body against him, he hurried and toweled her dry.
She licked at his chest. “I thought of licking the drops of water from you when you entered my bedchamber.” She sighed. “Next time.”
“Promise?”
“You have,” —she yawned— “my word.”
He wrapped a dry towel around her and carried her to their bedchamber, to place her in bed, and tuck the blankets around her.
“You aren’t joining me?” she asked with a pout.
“As soon as I dry myself.”