Although there was a part of her that wouldn’t mind living here in this crazy town.
He walked forward and knelt down next to the bath. “It’s not foolish at all. You took a chance. It’s scary putting yourself out there. Let you in on a secret?”
She nodded.
“I’m scared too.”
He didn’t act scared. He seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. But she relaxed slightly at his admission.
“Now, before all those bubbles disappear and I start getting lustful intentions that you’re not ready for, how about we get you out and back into bed?”
“Lustful intentions? Really?”
“What?”
She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I should have expected that sort of expression from a man who says woo.”
“Are you getting mouthy with me, brat?” He shook his head. “The youth of today.”
“And how old are you?”
“Forty-nine.”
“Wow. You look good for an old man. And you’ve got barely any gray hair. Kind of a miracle, really. Mind you, it is getting a bit thin on top, isn’t it?”
“Why you little . . .” He reached out and started tickling her. She screamed with laughter. She was extremely ticklish.
Finally, he drew back, staring down at her. He swallowed heavily. Her breath heaved in and out, partly breathless because of laughter. Partly because of the look in his eyes. Like he wanted to devour her.
Darn it. She pressed her thighs together, feeling her clit throbbing.
Lustful intentions, indeed.
She had her arm over her breasts, hiding the scars there from him. But his gaze snagged on her arm and his jaw tightened.
He cleared her throat. “I know you’re not ready for anything more. So how about we get you out of there and back into bed?”
She nodded her head, not feeling capable of words right then. As he turned away, she was certain he muttered the words, fuck me. He returned with a huge fluffy towel.
“Do you need help standing?”
“No, I’ve got it.”
He held the towel up and turned his head.
“Close your eyes.” She didn’t want him spotting her other scars. She wasn’t ready to explain them.
He closed his eyes and she stood, grabbing the towel. Once it was wrapped around her, he picked her up and lifted her out of the bath. Then to her shock, he dragged her close, pressing his hard cock against her stomach. Then he kissed her. It was hot. Hungry. Delicious.
“Damn, Georgie. Just damn.”
“What is it?”
“Do you need help getting dressed?” His voice sounded almost strangled.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Sit down to get dressed. I’ve got to go heat up some soup.” He quickly left.