“Hey, there you are,” Josh said walking up to Savannah and kissing her. “Hi, Quinn.” I waved as he turned back to Savannah. “You ready to go, sweetheart?” She nodded.
“See you over the weekend, Quinn,” Savannah called over her shoulder as Josh led her outside and down the porch steps.
Checking my phone, I saw I had enough time for a bath before Brody got back. Cleaning the cabins the past week had taken its toll on my ribs, and I was looking forward to soaking my aching body. Heading up to my room, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, throwing in some bath salts that were on the side. As I waited for the bath to fill, I grabbed one of the books Libby had lent me. I loved to read and had even managed to bring a couple of books with me when I’d left Westwood, but along with all my other possessions, they’d been destroyed in the fire. Libby had offered to lend me a couple of her books after we’d discussed our favorite authors while we’d been at the spa.
Placing the book on the side, I removed my clothes. Dipping my toe into the hot water, I moaned at how good it felt. Easing my body into the water, I lay back and closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I quickly washed my hair and body before reaching across to the counter and grabbing my book, ready to get lost in the story.
Brody
Finally back from picking up two new horses, I was eager to see my girl. Taking the stairs two at a time, I called out her name. When I didn't receive a reply, I tapped on her bedroom door and pushed it open. Seeing the empty room, I walked in.
“Quinn? You home, baby?” I called out.
“Yes, I’m in the bath. I’ll be right out,” she shouted from the bathroom. Grinning, I pushed the bathroom door open and strode in.
“Brody!” she exclaimed. “I’m naked!” She dropped the book she was reading onto the floor, her hand coming over to cover her perfect tits. The water held a few bubbles, but most had dispersed, leaving the water almost clear. Chuckling, I knelt down at the side of the bath, leaning over to kiss her.
“I should hope so, as you’re in the tub,” I muttered against her lips. “Hmmm, you smell of cherries.”
“It’s the bath salts,” she whispered.
“I missed you today.” I kissed her again, my hand tangling in her wet hair. “You can move your hands, baby. I’ve seen you naked before, remember?” A smile tugged at my lips as I kissed her. “You were all wet then too if I remember correctly.”
“So that’s twice you’ve barged in on me,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. She moved her hands, wrapping them around my neck. I was sure she would be nervous for me to see her like this. We’d done nothing more than make out since getting carried away in the kitchen. I was waiting for her to let me know she was ready for more. I didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. As hard as it was to stop when we were together, I would wait for as long as it took for her to be ready.
She pulled my head down to hers and I kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as our tongues met. My hand was still in her hair and I tugged gently, eliciting more moans from her. Breaking the kiss, I tilted her head, kissing down her neck. Glancing down her body I could see her rubbing her legs together, my hands itching to touch her. As if reading my mind, she moaned.
“Touch me, Brody.”
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Please,” she begged.
Not needing to be asked twice, I slipped my hand into the warm water, my fingers stroking down over her stomach. As I continued to kiss her, my fingers brushed through her folds before finding her clit. As I circled her center with my finger, she gasped into my mouth, her hips bucking up out of the water. Pushing a finger inside her, she whimpered.
“Oh God, Brody, don’t stop.”
Adding another finger, I stroked her clit with my thumb, my fingers thrusting in and out. Water sloshed over the side of the tub as Quinn moved against my hand. Her head was dropped back against the tub, her eyes closed and her breathing erratic. As her walls pulsated around my fingers, I knew she was close. Reaching around her neck with my other hand, I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her urgently. Pulling out of the kiss, her head dropped onto my shoulder. She called out my name as she came, her body shuddering with her orgasm.
Removing my fingers from her heat, I traced them up over her abdomen, feeling the bumpy scar I assumed was from her kidney donation. I didn’t want to remind her of that in this moment, so I allowed my fingers to carry on tracing up her skin until my hand was in her hair. Her face was still buried in my shoulder and I could feel her breathing was levelling out. When she didn’t lift her head after another minute or so, I stroked her wet hair.
“You okay?” She nodded her head, lifting it slowly. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm and her lips were swollen from our kisses. She’d never looked more beautiful. Something shifted in my chest as I looked into her eyes, and I knew I was falling hard for her.
“I’m embarrassed I pretty much begged you for that.” Her cheeks flushed even pinker. “But, God, it was amazing.”
Unable to stop the huge smile that came over my face, I bent my head and kissed her softly. “You never have to feel embarrassed asking me for anything. I’m more than happy to do that anytime you want.” I winked at her and she smiled, playfully hitting my chest. “Hey! You’re getting me wet,” I said, joking with her.
“I think it’s a little late for that.” Her eyes moved down to my soaking wet t-shirt. Sitting back on my heels, I peeled the wet shirt from my chest and threw it in the corner of the bathroom. Standing up, I looked down at her lying in the bathtub. All the bubbles had gone, and the clear water gave me the perfect view of her perfect body. As my eyes met hers, I could see the same heat in her eyes that I’m sure mine held. Reaching into the tub, I scooped her into my arms, water splashing all over the floor.
“Brody, what are you doing?” she cried, her arms looping around my neck.
“Getting you dry.” I snatched up a towel as I strode out of the bathroom, gently placing her wet body onto the bed.
“You’re going to get my bed all wet,” she said with a giggle.
“Don’t cover up. You’re perfect,” I told her, frowning as I saw her hands coming up to cover her body.
“I’m not perfect, I have ugly scars,” she said, her voice small. Pulling her to a sitting position, I wrapped the towel around her.