It looked fierce and demanding, thrusting up against his belly, hard and thickly veined. Looking at it now, she wasn’t quite sure how it had ever fit.
“It’s all right to look,” he told her, appearing very pleased with himself. “I like it when you look at me.”
“You’re very nice to look at,” she admitted, taking a few steps closer to him. “Can I touch you there?”
“I really wish you would,” he breathed.
She gingerly wrapped her fingers around him, stunned by the steely heat. She experimentally moved her hand up and down his length, loving the way he tensed and thrust into her palm.
Before she could go much further, he gave a choked laugh and turned toward the tub. “Hold on a minute. I don’t want to flood the whole house.” Reaching out, he turned off the faucet and she saw that while they’d been undressing, the tub had filled almost to the brim.
“Here, let’s get in while it’s still hot,” he suggested, stepping in and sitting down with his back against the far end and then holding out a hand to her. “Sit here in front of me.”
She stepped in, very aware of her nudity as she sat between his spread legs. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against him so that her back leaned against his chest, and she could feel his hardness pressing against the small of her back.
“There,” he murmured in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “How does that feel?”
“Wonderful,” she said softly, enveloped by the heat of the water and the strength of his body. “I don’t know if I ever want to leave.”
He chuckled and hugged her tightly. “Let’s just stay here forever then.”
Relaxing against him, she let out a deep sigh, feeling utterly at peace. Bad things still threatened outside these walls, but for the moment, she was safe. Even more than that... she was happy. She was fairly certain that she was happier than she’d ever been in her entire life.
Reaching past her, he grabbed a sponge off the table beside the tub and soaped it with a bar of lavender soap. “Can I wash you?”
She nodded wordlessly, and he slowly began to slide the soapy sponge over her skin, at first concentrating on her arms, but then moving on to her breasts. She watched the sponge move across her, the feel of it against her sensitive nipples almost more pleasure than she could bear. A deep ache started deep inside her, and she knew now that he was the only thing that could fill it.
His mouth pressed against the side of her neck, kissing her hotly as he moved the sponge even lower. “Spread your legs,” he said, guiding her left leg over the rim of the tub.
She did as he’d instructed with her right until she was completely open to both him and the hot water.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her neck again, moving her heavy hair over one shoulder so he had better access.
Then he moved the sponge between her legs, rubbing it deliciously over the petals of her sex, until she was panting and moving against him, desperately chasing the feeling he’d given her before.
When it finally crashed over her, she cried out; she couldn’t help herself. This time was even more powerful than before, racing through her veins until her whole body seemed to spasm and then release. She fell back against him, letting her legs fall back into the tub, trying to catch her breath.
“That was incredible,” she managed at last. “Every time we’re together, you make me feel even better than the time before.”
“Good.” He kissed her temple, and she suddenly became very aware that he had not yet had his release.
“What do you want me to do for you?” she asked shyly, turning her head to look at him.
“Let’s just finish washing up,” he said hoarsely. “What I want is best accomplished in a bed, not a tub.”
Admiring his self-control, she turned all the way around, sitting cross-legged at the other end of the tub. “Then let’s hurry.”
He nodded fiercely, and they both rinsed off. He stood first, getting out and wrapping a towel around his lean waist. Then he turned and offered her a hand, helping her step out and then handing her a towel as well.
Her hair was still mostly dry, so she quickly toweled off her body before hanging the towel over a chair and scampering into the big bed. He joined her moments later, then turned to face her, propping his head up with his arm as he gazed at her.
She reached out and ran her fingertips over his dear face, touching every one of his features, thrilled to finally be able to do so. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, seeming to enjoy it.
“If someone would have told me a week ago that I’d be naked in a man’s bed, I never would have believed it,” she said with a soft laugh. “But I feel comfortable with you.”
“I feel comfortable with you too,” he said, opening his eyes again and catching her hand, kissing it, and then letting it go. He drew her closer until their damp naked bodies were pressed together from chest to toe. She was very aware of how much bigger than her he was, and she’d never felt so feminine.
Cupping her face with his warm palms, he kissed her with so much tenderness it took her breath away. His full lips played gently with hers, learning every curve of her mouth before his tongue began to tangle with hers and the kiss went from something sweet and tender to hot and full of desire.