Stepping in front of her, I capture her eyes and hold them as my hand wraps around the side of her throat.
“You own me, Katrina. I know I hurt you, and I’m so fucking sorry. I was scared you’d realize you made a stupid mistake and turn your back on me. And I need you. I need you so fucking bad I don’t even know how to put it into words.”
She swallows roughly, accepting my words, my apology.
“I understand. I don’t like it. But I understand.”
“Good. Now, time for you to relax.”
“Isn’t that what I was doing out there?” she asks with a smirk.
“It’s better in here. You get to be naked and surrounded by bubbles.”
“And what are you going to do while I’m dripping wet?” she asks, her tone dropping on the final two words.
“Other than wishing that dripping wet body was pressed up against mine?”
“Mm-hmm,” she groans, taking a step closer to me. “What if I want that?”
“Then all you’ve got to do is say the word.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she reaches out and wraps her fingers around my wrists.
“I’m a little overdressed,” she murmurs, bringing my hands to her hips so that I can push her yoga pants and underwear down her legs.
Dropping to my knees, I free her feet from the fabric before sitting back on my haunches and staring up at her.
The past week has taken its toll on her body. She looks a little slimmer than I’m used to. Her ribs and hip bones are more obvious than previously.
I’m always going to love her body no matter what, but I hate that her pain is making her unhealthy.
It’s why she needs to be here where we can look after her. Even if I can’t cook for shit, I’m willing to learn to help her through this.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kat.”
A small smile curls at her lips before she moves back and steps into the bathtub, her foot immediately disappearing into the mass of bubbles.
I kneel there watching her body sink into the water like an idiot until she looks at me and lifts her brows.
“Sorry,” I say, climbing to my feet and retreating to the door. “I’ll leave you—”
“Not what I meant, Styx.”
“Oh?”
“Get naked. I’m not taking this bath alone.”
“Fuck. Yeah. Okay. Shit.”
I drag my shirt over my head and abandon it on the floor before getting to work on my jeans. In a rush, I get my feet tangled up and end up hopping around like an idiot with my cock out, but I don’t give a fuck, even less so when Kat’s laughter fills the air.
“Shift up then, Kitty Kat,” I say once I’m free, stepping in behind her. “Fuck yes,” I groan, wrapping my arms around her waist and dragging her back into my body.
Water sloshes all over the floor as we move, I filled the tub way too high not taking into account my body, but fuck it. We’ll deal with that later.
“Can’t remember the last time I took a bath,” I confess. “But I’m pretty sure it just became my favorite hobby.”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, snuggling back into my warmth. “I could get used to it.”