He lifts his head, giving me a horrified look. “Never,lisichka.”
“How close were you to shooting me that night?”
“I could never have pulled that trigger. It didn’t even enter into my head as an option. I knew in that second that I was going to marry you, that I would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant you hated me for the rest of your life.”
“I could never hate you, and no more talk of you not deserving me because it’s not true. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I was always supposed to meet you. The chances of us meeting like that are so slim it defies logic.”
“It does. I never make mistakes, and I had that hit timed perfectly so the security guard wouldn’t be walking past Leeman’s for another hour at least, because the old man is slow as fuck, and the security feed was looped to show footage from the night before. It was perfect.” He gives me a smile and kisses the tip of my nose. “Until your ass walked in and changed everything.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
He smiles and cups my face, gently kissing me before carefully picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
He sits on the edge of the clawfoot tub with me on his lap and turns on the water so it’s coming out nice and warm.
“Let me take care of you,lisichka.” He pours in the vanilla-scented bubble bath I used the other night.
“Is that yours?”
“Whose else would it be?”
I fidget with his beard, starting to feel stupid for asking. “I don’t know. I thought maybe it was an ex-girlfriend’s or something. You don’t strike me as the bubble bath type.”
He laughs and says, “You don’t know me as well as you think you do. I enjoy a good bath as much as the next person. As far as the past goes, I haven’t really had what you would call a serious relationship before, certainly not one that would mean seeing their possessions lying around the house.”
I can’t help but smile at what he’s just said. I like knowing that he’s different with me, that he’s giving a part of himself to me that he’s never given anyone else. I may not be his first in bed like he is for me, but I’m still his first in many ways, and I love that.
When the water is high enough, he gets in the tub, positioning me in front of him so I’m resting against his chest. I sigh and lean into him, letting the hot water work its magic and loosen my muscles while soothing the ache between my legs.
“I really like your tattoos,” I say, tracing a line over his forearm.
“I’m glad you like them.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, but I can’t help being enamored by him. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and I still find it hard to believe he’s mine.
He surprises me by grabbing the handheld nozzle and scooting me up enough so he can start to wet my hair. His touch is so gentle, completely at odds with his brute strength and powerful build, and when he starts to massage shampoo into my scalp, I close my eyes and let out an appreciative moan.
“Careful making noises like that,lisichka. I’d like to at least give your pussy a chance to stop hurting before I fuck you again.”
I smile and let my hands rest on his strong thighs while he finishes washing and rinsing my hair. When he grabs a sponge and some body wash, I prepare myself for what I know will be the sweetest torture imaginable. The sponge is soft, just enough coarseness to feel extremely sensual when he slowly drags it over my arm and across my collarbone.
“Stand up, baby,” he whispers in my ear, giving my earlobe a soft suck and sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I stand, hearing him give a deep groan from behind me when he sees me wet and naked. The sponge runs over my back before slowly dipping lower to run along my still softly stinging cheeks and then finally the backs of my thighs and calves.
“Turn around.”
I do as he says, surprised by the look of pure lust in his eyes and the cock that’s now so hard the head is jutting above the water. He sees me staring and smiles.
“You drive me crazy,lisichka. You might want to get used to seeing me hard, It’s going to be a constant sight in your life,” he says with a sexy grin.
He drags the sponge over my stomach, working his way up to my breasts, and when he spends a ridiculously long amount of time sudsing up my tits, I start laughing and he just shrugs his broad shoulders and says, “Just want to make sure you’re all clean, baby.”
The sponge runs over my nipples, sending spikes of pleasure all through me, and when he starts to bring the sponge lower, I see him give a smirk when I part my thighs before he’s even made it below my belly button. The soft coarseness of the sponge drags over my pussy, making me gasp and reach down to rest my hands on his head, threading my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
He cleans me until I’m squeaky clean and so horny I can barely think. Dropping the sponge, he rinses my body clean, using his free hand to run over every inch of my body, washing me clean of the soapy water. When I’m all rinsed, he shuts off the water and grabs onto my ass, pulling me closer and burying his face between my legs again.
“Are you sore?”