Page 72 of This Time Around
Her eyes were on my body, cheeks now magenta.I shucked off my socks, all my clothes besides my boxer briefs in a pile in the middle of her bathroom.
My hands went to my waistband to remove those, but as I began pushing them past my hips, Rebecca closed her eyes.
She looked away and brought the glass to her lips, hands shaking even worse.
Shit.She wasn’t ready.Not for this.
Decision made, I tugged on the band of my briefs and placed my hand on her shoulder.“Scoot forward,” I whispered, my voice unable to be any louder.
A rock somehow got lodged in my throat.
“You’re not—”
“I know.I can bathe with them on.Scoot forward.”
She shook her head.“Cooper, it’s okay to get undressed.I’m just nervous.”
“I know.And we’ll wait.It’s not a problem, Rebecca.”
She still wasn’t looking at me.No way in hell was I getting naked around her until she could look at me while I was.Then…then I’d know she wanted it, wanted me, without reservation at what she’d feel afterward.
She shifted forward, pulling her knees to her chest.I slid in behind her, spreading my legs to her sides.There was plenty of room in the tub.Hell, we could fit more than just us in there, not that I’d ever allowthat,but it was roomy, giving me enough space to stretch my legs out.
Once situated, I grabbed my glass of wine with one hand and wrapped the other around the front of her chest, pulling her back to mine.Her head fell to my shoulder.
“I feel ridiculous that you still have clothes on.”
Her skin felt so good against me, I’d already forgotten.My erection was pressed between us, impossible to miss.Easier access to her would not be good for the guy.
“Shut up and relax,” I whispered.I kissed her cheek and brought my glass to my lips.
Her tense shoulders and straight spine slowly settled and soon, the curve of her back was pressed to my front, her ass against my erection, and we sat there, sipping our wine, bubbles galore floating around us.
I couldn’t remember the last time I took a bath.
Rebecca in my arms and resting against me, the peace of only the two of us together without outside noise or distraction, made me want to take one every day.
My hand brushed over her chest, above her breasts, down her arm.She made a humming sound while goose bumps flared, following the movement of my hand.Everywhere I touched, her body responded.
A shiver rolled through her and I set my glass on the edge of the tub.“Still okay?”I whispered, shifting so my lips could press against her ear, skip to the hidden spot behind.
Her hands fell to my thighs, sweet, long and trim, but strong fingers pressed against my flesh.
“Mm-hmm.”
Her eyes were closed, her hair a pile on top of her head.She’d washed her face, although she rarely wore anything more than bare minimum makeup.Her lashes were still long and thick, black as her hair, and the more I kissed her, teasing little hints of what I really wanted to do, her tension melted and her face went soft.
Her loofah and a bottle of body wash caught my eye and I moved, grabbing both.I dumped soap on the loofah scrub and held her off my chest.I washed her back, as far down as I could reach, and ran the scrub poof up and down her arms.
“This feels so good,” she said.“I can’t remember the last time I relaxed in a bath.”
“This is my favorite part of the day.”
She laughed like I was joking, but I’d never been more serious.“Lift your foot and press it to the edge.”
She listened and as her leg came up out of the water, I ran the loofah down her legs, bending her knee so I could reach her feet.
“That tickles.”Her lips curled up.Mine did the same.Bathing a woman?Yeah…best part of my day.Camilla and I would shower in the mornings together when we were newly married, that fiery passion I was so certain it would never fade.
