He chuckled and glanced around his feet. “I dunno. Never tried this, but I’m sure I can make it work.”
“You’re, what, six-two and a wall of solid muscle? I can take a bath on my own.”
“Six-three, but who's counting?” He smirked, then started lowering us down, shifting his bridal-style hold on me as he fit his body in the tub while bending his legs.
He gently moved me to fit between those spread legs, and the groan I let out at the immediate relief was obscene.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Much,” I murmured, cupping my hands in the water as it inched higher.
His hands fell over my arms, brushing them with gentle strokes until he met my shoulders, and when he did, I let out a sharp hiss.
“Holy hell. Don’t stop doin’ that.” I rolled my neck, settling into his touch.
His cock hardened against me as he rubbed my sore muscles. “Ignore that.”
I giggled, then covered it weakly by clearing my throat. Sometimes it felt like we were kids again—not a care in the world. And then I’d remember how I’d never be that girl again.
“Lean back on me, and clear your mind of whatever it is you keep thinking about that makes you tense up so bad.”
“The way you fucked my ass is what’s makin’ me so tense,” I bit out.
“You loved it.”
“Did not.”
“Your ass is squirming against my cock.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. “No, it’s not.”
His chest rumbled with laughter as he shifted my hair from my back and laid it over one of my shoulders, then went back to massaging.
“It’s just…the water feels good. That’s all,” I reasoned.
“Sure.”
I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know he was grinning like a fool. I gathered more water in my hands and tossed it at him.
His fingers stopped moving. “Lyra,” he growled low.
So, I did it again, only this time, I couldn’t stop the laughter breaking free from my lungs. He wrapped his arms around me, locking my back to his chest and my arms at my sides. Suddenly, all I could smell was the heady mix ofus.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”
“It’s what I know,” I said breathlessly.
“Hook those pretty legs over mine. Show me how bad you can be.”
His legs were bent, pressing against the sides of the tub, and if I listened, I’d be spread eagle. Put right up for slaughter. The pulsing of his cock against me forced another whimper free.
“This can go several ways, and what I have in mind—well, I think you’ll like if we go with the first option.”
“Fine.” I gave in and started lifting my legs, settling the backs of my knees on his thighs.
He slipped his hold from over my arms to under them, letting his fingers glide up my ribs until they met the underside of my breasts. I moaned as he cupped the swell of them, squeezing firmly. Possessively.
“Remember when I told you to touch yourself and to tell me how wet you were?” His question vibrated through his chest onto my back.
