He was suddenly behind her, the heat of his bare skin burning through her T-shirt and pants. Mia closed her eyes as he thrust the hard length of his erection against the curve of her buttocks. She shouldn’t be surprised. Her actions had led him to think she was planning something more than just helping him clean up.
And wasn’t she? Mia couldn’t refute it, much as she might want to pretend she hadn’t been thinking about this outcome when she’d started undressing him or turning on the hot water to fill the giant tub. The past three days had been one blissful stint of sex after another, and she was starting to think she was getting addicted to Shane.
He cupped her breasts, his palms leaving sooty marks on the pale pink cotton. “Join me?”
She couldn’t tell if it was an invitation or a command, but she didn’t decline. She didn’t want to refuse. Nodding her head, she stepped to the side so he could sink into the water, both relieved and disappointed as most of his body disappeared from view. Her hands trembled as she peeled off her T-shirt and wiggled out of the pants, taking her panties at the same time.
His gaze was hot with need as she unfastened her bra and dropped it with the other clothes on the shining black tile, shot through with lines of gold. “I’ve been thinking about this for hours.”
With a little smile, she stepped into the tub, deliberately staying out of easy reach as she reached for a natural sea sponge and a bottle of shower gel. “A bath?” Her tone was innocent, though the look she directed his way was anything but. He laughed, and the rasp underneath caused her to notice his voice was husky. From arousal or smoke inhalation? The dart of concern she experienced on his behalf was bewildering and disconcerting.
“That too.” Shane reached for her, clamping a hand around her wrist to pull her toward him. “Come here, babe.”
Without argument, she sat on his lap, keeping her folds well away from his protruding cock with two intentions. The first was to ensure he had a chance to clean up from his ordeal, and the second was to tease the both of them. Just a few days ago, she never would have imagined being so relaxed around him that she could even think about teasing him.
With a small shake of her head from the wonder of the situation, she dipped the sponge in the water before generously lathering it with the body wash. The aroma of pine and sandalwood tickled her nose, and she recognized Shane’s scent. With slow strokes, she began cleaning his chest and arms.
Shane groaned when she trailed the sponge across his nipple, teasing the tight little bud with the slight roughness of the sponge. He tried to clutch her hair when she bent her head to trail her tongue around his nipple, but she darted away with a small rake of her tongue across the taut flesh.
Mia reached for a washcloth before gently wiping his face. Then she slid off his lap and patted the second step. “Sit here.”
Still looking amused, and perhaps a little surprised, Shane shifted down a step without protest. She changed positions to sit behind him, angling his head forward so she could scoop water over his hair. When his black locks were soddened, she squeezed shampoo onto his head and massaged it into his hair.
He moaned each time she stroked firmly. “You’re going to kill me, Mia.”
She grinned. “No one ever died from having their hair washed.”
“It’s the pleasure of it.” He allowed her to tip his head back so she could rinse away the suds. The strong column of his throat arched in an expanse of vulnerability as he stretched backward. “No one’s ever washed my hair before.”
“Surely your mom.” She cupped a palm’s worth of water at a time and poured it over his head, using the washcloth to shield his eyes. Mia didn’t want to probe too closely about why she was feeling so protective toward the man between her thighs.
He murmured a sound of agreement, his eyes closed with what appeared to be pure contentment. “Probably, but I don’t remember that far back.”
Even after the last of the shampoo was gone, Mia stroked her fingers through his slick strands for a long moment. He seemed to enjoy the soothing touch, and she couldn’t deny it was pleasant for her, too.
And arousing. Her nipples had crinkled so hard they were tight buds of almost-pain, and she was noticeably slick between her legs even in the water. A glance downward confirmed he was in much the same state.
Feeling a bit daring and on the edge of bossy, she gently lifted one of his eyelids. “Come back to the top step so I can finish washing you.”
He looked intrigued as he complied, bracing his hands on the floor outside the sunken tub and stretching out his legs. Mia slipped between them, giggling when his cock bobbed to the top of the waterline as though trying to nestle between her breasts.
“Sorry, honey, but he has a mind of his own.”
Mia ignored the impudent member as she stroked the sponge down his stomach and legs, spending more time than necessary on his toes and the backs of his knees—especially when she discovered that made him grunt with a suppressed laugh. So, the big, bad mobster was ticklish behind the knees? She filed that information away for future use as she finally turned her attention to the neglected part of him still threatening to pop out of the water if he got any harder.
Squeezing a dollop of shower gel on her palm, she met his gaze as she brought her hand to his erection. Shane’s lips had skinned back to reveal his teeth, and he made a small hissing sound as she enveloped his cock in her soap-slickened grasp.
Mia moved slowly up and down the shaft. Her skin tingled with the intimate contact, and her hand soon memorized every vein and ridge of his magnificent penis. As she squeezed the base before working her way back toward the tip, still applying pressure, Shane groaned.
“Fuck, baby girl, are you trying to kill me?”
She gave him a seductive smile, amazed at her ability to find anything fun or lighthearted about sex. “I just want to make sure you’re clean. Really, really clean.”
He grunted when she pushed against the V on the underside of the cockhead. “If you get me any cleaner, I’ll be hospital-grade sterile.”
Emboldened by her actions, giddy with the success and sheer fun of taking charge, Mia slid to her knees on the bottom of the tub. The second step pressed into her tummy as she stretched forward. “There’s only one way to be sure.”
He arched a brow. “How’s that?”
