Page 3 of The Desire
“No, wait! I’m, um… allergic, yes, that’s it, allergic to bubbles.” The nervous look on her face tells me it’s a lie, but I’ll run with it.
“Shame, nothing sexier than a beautiful woman in a bath full of bubbles. The sense of mystery is fucking hot. Leaves a man wondering what’s beneath the surface.”
Her head whips up, and she stares at me so hard I swear she can see straight through me.
Fuck, why did I say that? I shouldn’t embarrass her.
But what I wasn’t expecting was the visceral reaction to the vision that is now in my head.
Both of us stand frozen, just looking at each other.
Think, fucker, say something.
“I’ll get you the other bubbles then. They will look just as good on you in the bath.” I charge past her out of the bathroom and straight to the bar fridge. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, I crack the seal and start to pour it into a glass before she comes up behind me.
“No, why did you do that? I don’t want to waste Nic’s money.” Now there is a bit more oomph in her voice. She knows how to stand her ground when she needs to.
“I can assure you, he can afford to treat you to a champagne or two.” Turning, I push the glass into her hand. “Drink up, we don’t want to waste it.” And I need a moment.
Marching back into the bathroom, I turn off the water and start the spa bath motor, and the water starts bubbling away nicely.
I push my palm into my hard cock, willing it to go down. I count to one hundred and think of all the grossest things I can imagine—and I’ve seen a few in my travels. Bull eyeballs, fried monkey balls, fresh brains with the blood still coating it. Why the hell isn’t any of that working?
I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing in here, but music starts wafting in from the bedroom.
What is she doing?
I stand in the doorway and lean against the door jamb just looking at her. She has kicked off her shoes, the champagne glass is empty, and she is swinging to the music with the bottle in her hand.
How long was I in the bathroom after I turned off the water?
The song “Sexual Healing” by Marvin Gaye is floating out from her phone. Her hips are swaying, eyes closed, and hand waving over her head in time with the music. The red fitted shirt hugs her boobs as it crosses over them, leaving her cleavage now visible, and the bottom of the top creeps up her stomach, leaving her bare skin on show.
Pale and flawless, every bad thought I tried to conjure up in the bathroom is now long gone. Shit, is that a bellybutton piercing? The tiniest sparkle catches the light as she moves.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I would never have expected that. Maybe there is more to this little mouse than she has shown us. What else is she hiding under those clothes?
Oh no, do not go there. Shut that thought down right now.
My cock is throbbing, and it’s wrong, so fucking wrong!
Fuck the bubble bath, she looks fucking enticing just like this!
My feet are moving across the room against my brain’s instructions, but I just want a touch. Nothing more, just one dance.
Elouise’s eyes are still closed, but she knows I’m behind her. I can tell the way her hips are now moving in more a circular motion, trying to entice me to take that last step.
I wish I had more restraint, but I’m fighting a losing battle when the words are whispered from her lips. “Dance with me, Rem.”
The innocence is gone, and the champagne courage has taken over. How can I deny such a sweet request?
“Just one dance.” The rasp in my voice already tells me I won’t be stopping at one, but I’m trying.
“Mm-hm.” Her voice is smooth and rolls off her tongue with so much sexual tension as I step in behind her, and my cock is wedged hard in her ass crack, so there is no way she can’t feel what she’s doing to me. I wrap my right hand around her waist and land straight on her piercing, and I’m unable to hold back the growl that leaves my mouth. At the same time, I run my left hand down the side of her thigh and rub up and down on her white skirt.
“You’re quite the little Christmas decoration tonight, aren’t you, but far from the fucking sacred angel you portray to the world.”
