She closed her eyes when she stood in front of him naked, afraid of what she’d see on his face.
“Baby, open your eyes for me.”
Kyla blinked and then stared up at him. She relaxed at the gentle smile on his face.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
She shook her head.
“Listen to me. I know you’re thinner than normal, but we can fix that. All I worry about is your health as far as that goes. But everything I’m seeing makes me hotter than hell.”
A smile grew on her face. “Really?”
“Yeah. Now, let’s get the rest of your clothes off, get your hair up, and then into the water. Tell me if it’s too hot.”
After tying up her hair, he helped her into the tub and held her steady until she sat down. “Oh, this feels good.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad.”
The bubbles had grown exponentially and were about overflowing the bathtub. Her breath caught in her throat when she turned her head toward him and watched him start to take off his clothes.
Oh, my. He had a lot more muscles than she’d first thought, and his shoulders seemed wider. He had a few tattoos on his arms and one shoulder, and they were sexy as hell.
A small patch of hair was present in the middle of his chest, and a thin line moved down his torso to his belly button and then beyond.
She swallowed several times when he finally stood in front of her naked. He looked huge all over, and his cock was no exception. It made her nervous.
He chuckled.
Her gaze rose to look at his face, and she felt her face heat in a fiery blush at being caught staring at his cock.
“You have no reason to be nervous, sweetheart. You know I’d never hurt you.”
“But … it’s just … you’re … big, and I’m … little.”
“And we’ll fit together just fine. I promise. Now, scooch up a bit so I can slide in behind you.”
She did what he asked. When he was finally seated, his legs were on either side of hers and he pulled her back against his chest and relaxed.
One of his arms came around her waist when she started to squirm. “Be still, sweetheart.”
She relaxed back against him and glanced at him over her shoulder.
He grinned at her. “I just want to hold you for a moment, and then I’ll wash you.”
She swallowed. “Do I get to wash you, too?”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that, but we can try.” He reached around her and grabbed the body soap and washcloth. After he got a ton of suds worked up, he started at her neck and worked down.
He took his time, paying special attention to her breasts, making her tits rock hard and achy.
“Shhh,” he said when she started to whimper. He slid down over her stomach to her hips and then washed her legs thoroughly.
She giggled and pushed against his hand when he tickled her feet.
Her breath caught in her throat when his hand started up the inside of her leg to her inner thigh. She instinctively closed her legs, preventing his hand from getting closer to the heart of her desire.
He growled. “Open your legs, sweetheart.”