Page 44 of The Sunbound Princess
“Don’t try to distract me with sex,” he muttered.
I knew my smile was wicked as I palmed his dick through his trousers, curling my fingers around his semi-hard shaft. “Oh, I don’t have totry.”
His cock swelled under my fingers. He palmed my nape, pulling me closer. Just before our lips met, however, anxiety touched his features. With a groan, he dropped his forehead to mine.
“I don’t like her being alone downstairs.”
“Neither do I,” I admitted. Blood pumped to my groin as the memory of Ezabell’s sleek body appeared in my mind.
Dain swallowed hard. “She said she wanted to be alone.”
I lifted my head. “No, she said she was going alone. She never said shewantedto.” Desire pumped harder. Without another word, I went to the door.
Dain followed. “This is a bad idea,” he warned, but desire threaded his words.
I tossed him a grin as I opened the door. “It’s a great idea. Trust me.”
He grumbled. But he followed as I’d known he would. The corridor outside our room was empty, the carpet that ran down the center faded in the middle. Candles in brass holders flickered on the walls. We descended the narrow staircase, the boards creaking softly beneath our boots.
The air at the bottom of the steps was warm and humid. The scent of rose oil teased my nose. Dain and I looked at each other and then followed it, eventually reaching a sturdy-looking wooden door.
Alockeddoor, I discovered, turning the knob. Pulling a pick from my pocket, I knelt and went to work. Seconds later, I rose and stepped inside.
Steam greeted me, along with a heady rush of rose oil and jasmine. The latter tightened my dick and set my balls aching. The bathing chamber was dim, with just a single brazier burning in the corner.
Steam rolled away in thick clouds as Dain and I moved forward. As my eyes adjusted, the room took shape.
The innkeeper had been modest when she described the space. The sunken pool was large enough for a dozen men, its perimeter lined with broad steps. Glass bottles of jewel-colored oil sat on a low bench next to the water, which gleamed a blushpink in the firelight. A thick set of shelves held stacks of linen towels.
I didn’t care about any of it. My gaze fixed on Ezabell, who sat facing us in the pool with her back against the stone.
Forget queen. She was a goddess, her nude body sleek with oil. The pool rose to her waist, exposing her pink-tipped breasts. Tiny suns covered her neck and arms, the golden rays swirling over her skin. Her hair was wet, but she’d piled it on her head, several loose strands escaping to cling to her neck. For once, her tapered ears were unhidden, all her otherworldly beauty on display.
And what a fucking display. Water beaded her creamy skin. More droplets glittered like diamonds on her delicate collarbones. As I watched, a bead trailed slowly down the valley between her breasts.
Beside me, Dain groaned.
Ezabell’s eyes widened briefly, but she covered her surprise—and made no move to cover her nudity. On the contrary, she propped one elbow on the lip of the stone behind her, the movement languid and unhurried. The lucky bead of water continued its journey down her flat stomach.
I’d never been jealous of water, but I was going to have to reconsider.
“That door was locked,” Ezabell said with a lift of one black brow.
Somehow, I maintained my composure, even managing a brow lift of my own as I held up my lock pick.
She pursed her lips. “I should have known.”
Arousal thickened the air, joining the steam. The sound of dripping water warred with Dain’s breathing, which had gone ragged. He stared at Ezabell like he worried she might disappear, his chest rising and falling at the edge of my vision.
“Why did you boys come down here?” she asked. “I distinctly recall stating I planned to bathe alone.”
“We were worried,” Dain rasped. His voice sounded like he’d dragged it over the stone floor.
She appeared to think this over, pressing the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. It was as pink as her nipples. As pink as her pussy, which I hadn’t seen infartoo long. It was a hazy paradise under the water, along with her long, shapely legs and pretty feet. Everything about her was pretty.
“Worried about me?” she asked finally.
Dain grunted.
