Breckin bites my protruding lip. I cry out until he sucks it into his mouth in a passionate kiss that leaves me squirming. His dick jolts beneath my lap. My vagina tucks away her flag and opens the floodgates. I moan, earning a growl from Breckin as he breaks our kiss.
“Not yet. For now, since you are an unreliable witness, you are on mandatory pampering and rest.”
“I don’t want to rest.” I rotate my hips in a circle as his bulge grows.
The muscles in his biceps and forearms flex, yet he doesn’t make any other move. “So you don’t want to use the fancy bubble baths and bath soaks I got you?”
“A bath?” I jerk up straight. Even my wayward lady bits agree, soaking in a hot tub sounds amazing.
He chuckles. “After breakfast.”
“Deal.” Turning, I pick my fork back up and resume eating. “Did you go jogging today?” I ask after a few silent minutes.
He runs his fingers through my hair before kissing the side of my head. “A quick run earlier this morning. If you want, we can go together sometime?”
“That would be nice.” Smiling, I take a bite of my strawberry covered awesomeness. “So, what are you doing with all the extra food?” I gesture toward the counter with my fork. There’s still enough over there to feed an army.
“Brendan will eat it all.” I cast him a sideways glare, but he continues. “I’m sure he’s starving since neither of us touched our dinner last night.”
“Ooh,” I perk up, “we should bring him a plate for lunch.”
“Not happening.”
“But you just said –”
“Sweetheart, what would you do if you got us both in the same room as you?”
I shift my weight, staring down at my plate.
“Exactly.” He kisses the top of my head. “You’re resting today.”
After I finish my entire plate plus half of the giant cinnamon roll, Breckin leads me through their barren living room and around another equally unfinished room with only a subfloor and a few random construction things in it. We head straight through the room to a bathroom.
Not just a bathroom, the place is a freaking spa. My mouth falls open. “Wow.”
White and pale gray, textured tiles fill the bright space. There’s a huge walk-in shower, the fanciest toilet I’ve ever seen, a modern, white double vanity, and a freestanding porcelain tub. Every detail of the space is elegant.
“Yeah,” Breckin glances around the spacious room, “it took longer than planned, but it was worth the wait.”
Something about his statement makes me think he’s talking about more than just the remodel. Biting my lip, I glance around one more time, then meet his gaze.
“Eucalyptus or lavender?” he asks, pulling several bottles out from one of the vanity drawers.
“Huh? Um, lavender.”
“Lavender it is.” Selecting a few of them, he starts the water in the tub and pours half of one of the bottles in along with some fancy oil and a couple scoops of bath salts. He grabs a couple towels, then strolls up to me.
Without saying a thing, he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. My body heats as his eyes stay focused on mine. Taking my hand, he leads me to the tub and helps me in.
My body disappears beneath the frothy bubbles as I sink under the fragrant bath. The steamy water immediately soothes my muscles as I lean back against the edge. Relaxing lavender and jasmine mix in the air.
As I close my eyes, Breckin kisses my forehead. “Get some rest, Sweetheart.”
“You’re not joining me?” Bubbly water splashes up the side of the tub as I jerk upright. Somehow, I thought his plan was to join me. Two people could easily fit in this thing. Maybe even three.My heart sinks a little as I sink down into the tub up to my neck.
“If I didn’t think it might hurt you more,” he glances down at the bulge in the front of his pants, “I’d already be in there with you.” Kneeling down, he places a tender kiss on my nose. “Relax.”
I pout as he stands, but that changes to a sigh as I watch his ass as he turns to leave. He looked good in jeans last night. But that ass in those sweatpants, damn. Not to mention the view from the front. It’s not fair, I look like a frump every time I wear sweats. But on him, I’m drooling.