She sighed as the warm water lapped around her.
“Do you want your hair up?”
“Can I wash it? There’s shampoo and conditioner in my toilet bag.”
He thought about it, worried she might grow chilly with wet hair, but he could sit her down by the fire for a while and it would dry.
“Anything else you want from there?”
“Can you get my razor? I feel like Sasquatch. And I cannot believe I just said that to you.”
He grinned. He liked that she didn’t always have a filter on her mouth. She was real. There was no pretense. Not like there had been with Maria.
Put her out of your mind.
He’d should probably let her bathe herself, but he just couldn’t manage it. He had to touch her. He looked through her luggage for the toilet bag. Grabbing it out, he drew out some shampoo, conditioner and a razor. He put them all by the bath then knelt beside it. He picked up the soap and washcloth, wetting them both then rubbing the soap against the washcloth until it got all sudsy.
“Lie back and rest your head on the lip of the bath, little one. Let Daddy wash you.”
She leaned back. He started washing along her chest then her arms, pulling one arm up then the other. She’d thought it might feel weird or embarrassing having him wash her. The tub was big enough that the water came up to her neck when she lay back, covering her completely.
“Sit forward, let me wash your back.” She sat up. His gaze moved to her breasts, her stiff nipples. His gaze was caught on them as she leaned forward. He washed slowly down her back. Each stroke felt like he was stroking her pussy.
Oh man, she was so turned on. Too much more of this and she was going to take matters into her own hands.
“Lean back again.”
She sat back and he moved to her legs, raising one and putting the foot on the edge of the bath. He washed her foot then worked his way down towards her pussy, stopping just short. Damn him.
She let out a little whimper of frustration.
“You all right, baby?” he asked. There was a hint of a grin on his face. “Your head okay?”
He moved to the other leg, raising it up, each brush of the washcloth getting closer and closer to her pussy.
“My head is just fine.” She let out a groan as he placed her leg back into the water.
“You d
on’t sound okay. Something has to be wrong.” He surprised her by moving the washcloth to her breasts. He ran it over her nipple then around her breast and back over the nipple.
She bit her lip, unable to stop herself from arching her breasts up.
“Have you ever masturbated, Ellie?”
Oh my God.
“Bear! You can’t ask me that.”
“I just did. And you have ten seconds in which to answer me.” His voice went all stern. Growly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d moved the cloth to her other breast but now he was still.
“Or?” she asked.
“Or I’m going to tease you and leave you all hot and bothered without permission to come.”
Permission to come? Shit. “You wouldn’t!”
He just sent her a look.