She comes toward me, and her breathing is a little deeper than it was moments ago. I sit myself on the edge of the tub, and pull her to me, until she’s standing between my legs. My hands go to the hem of her sweater.
“What are you doing?”
“Undressing you,” I say, as I pull the sweater up and over her head, working hard to keep my cool when all I want to do is tear her clothes off, and have my way with her. Give her everything she’s been missing and then some.
“I’m quite capable of undressing myself, Luke,” she says, but her protest is weak, so fucking weak my pulse jumps in my throat. I swallow and work to keep my cool.
“I know.” I toss her sweater to the floor, and my gaze goes to her lacy bra. I’ve seen her in it numerous times. Fuck, when she lived with me, all she ever walked around in was her bra and underwear, completely oblivious as to what that did to me. But tonight, oh, tonight she seems just a little more self-aware…and maybe a bit self-conscious.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I…uh…” she stumbles.
“I’ve seen you naked, Katee. You don’t have to hide yourself from me.”
I take her arms and put them at her sides. As I do, I lean into her, and let my hot breath fall over her flesh. Little bumps break out on her skin and she visibly quivers.
Next, I go to work on the button on her jeans, and by this time, she’s a little less stable on her legs. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” I say. Her cool fingers grip my shoulders, and my dick thickens in response. Fuck, I’m in bad shape here. I pop the button, and the hiss of her zipper cuts through the quiet.
“I can do that,” she says, but makes no attempt to help me. In fact, her nails are dragging skin as she holds on to me.
“It was just two days ago you asked me to help you take your pants
off. You didn’t seem to have a problem with me undressing you then.”
“That’s because they were all wet and I couldn’t get out of them.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not like I haven’t undressed you a time or two before, right?”
“I suppose,” she says, her voice low and aroused. I look her over, read her body language, the way her eyes are glazed with desire, her lids fluttering like mad. Fuck man, she wants this—wants me. I resist the urge to take the gondola to the top of the mountain and scream hallelujah.
I help her from her pants, and take a moment to gaze at her near nakedness, and just like that my brain shuts down, unable to think of anything but the woman before me. With full breasts, curvy hips, long sexy, streamlined legs, her body is fucking beautiful.
“You’re so damn perfect,” I murmur.
She swallows and glances past my shoulders. “The tub is full,” she says, and I reach down and turn off the faucet. She breathes deep. “The rose petals are so aromatic. My skin is going to smell amazing after bathing in them.”
I can’t wait to breathe her in, but I’m far more eager for a taste. My mouth waters, eager to get between her legs once and for all.
She looks over her shoulder, takes in the huge suite. “Um, what are you going to do while I bathe?”
I grin at her. “I’m going to wait for your answer.”
“My answer?” she says, a stalling tactic because she knows damn well what I’m asking.
I tug my shirt off. “Actually, I think I’ll get in with you.” I tap the edge of the tub. “It is made for two, and I know how you are about water wastage.”
Her gaze drops to my chest. “You really want to get in with me?” she asks her voice a low, barely-there whisper.
“Sure, why not?”
“Because…” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, like she can’t bring herself to say what she really wants.
I put my hand on her thigh, run my thumb along her soft flesh. “Tell me what you want, Katee,” I say, and her eyes fly to mine. A long pause and then, “If you can’t tell me, show me.” Her pupils expand, bleed into the brown as her pulse beats at the base of her neck. “I…” she begins but then stops and puts her hand on my body. I moan as she splays her fingers, touches me all over, but that moan turns into a growl of need when she slides her finger over my nipple, giving it a little squeeze. My heart jumps into my throat at her nonverbal response. She wants lessons between the sheets. Hot fucking damn!
I take her hand, bring it to my mouth for a kiss. “You catch on quickly,” I say. “By the end of this week, the men in your bed are going to rock your world. Guaran—fucking—teed.” Except, I hope, if I play this game right, she’ll realize the only man she wants in her bed is me.
I reach around her, and in one smooth motion, unhook her bra. A little gasp catches in her throat. “That was pretty easy for you,” she says as she folds one hand across her breasts, holding her bra to her body.