Will stared at his wife who was teasing and taunting him from the bathtub. He was tempted, so very tempted, but he would not be able to hold himself back if he joined her. Christ, just thinking of their lovemaking a mere hour ago in the library, against a damn bookshelf of all places, made him rock hard. Again. Well, honestly, his hardness hadn’t fully gone away to begin with, and his wife was not making it easy to resist her.
But, damn it. He’d thought it would be torture to be in the bath with her. He hadn’t expected that it would be more tormenting watching her from outside the tub.
Honestly, he was still in a state of shock. He almost wondered if he had been knocked senseless by Harrison and would soon be awakened by a rough shake. Or knowing Harrison, another punch.
“I’ll wash up after you.”
“Suit yourself, but I’m warning you, there might not be any warm water left.”
“Consider me warned.”A cold bath might be better anyway.
She grinned at him—a mischievous grin that he knew could only herald pain. And he was right. Her leg unfolded from the water and into his view, the heel of her foot resting on the edge of the tub. “As you wish.”
Will groaned. Provocative minx.
He could not deny that the rogue within clamored to be let loose again. Now that he had savored the sweet taste of his wife, he couldn’t get enough.
He needed to remain rational.
Patience.
Restraint.
It would be too easy to escape into his wife’s touch, and he wanted so much more than that. And no matter how many times she told him she was fine, it had still been her first time.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Will caught her gaze dropping to his exposed chest. He grinned. “Hot.”
“You are doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
He scratched his chest. “What exactly do you believe I’m doing on purpose?”
“Reclining on the bed, showing off your muscles. It’s as though you are attempting to seduce your wife.”
“The very wife who is bathing naked in front of me?”
She grinned cheekily at him. “The very one.”
“Just who is attempting to seduce who here? At least I have my trousers on.”
“It’s still not enough.” She slanted a glance at him. “At least cover yourself with a bedsheet. You might be wearing trousers but are they are not hiding your arousal.”
Will glanced down.
Yes, that part of him stood rather proud. And wanting. And not at all pleased that he was not joining his wife in the tub.
Should he just toss caution to the wind?
No.
Absolutely not.
He was not a beast, however much he wanted to be. Oh, God, how he wanted to be. But gazing upon the soft glow of her skin, the elfin smile on her lips, and the look of contentment in her gaze, only one question came to his mind. “Are you happy, love?”
Her eyes drifted shut. “So happy.”
He could very well see that. “I don’t mean in this moment.”
