“Goodnight,” he whispers in my ear then pulls back.
My mouth drops open as he walks out of the door of the room, leaving me in a puddle of want and need just like he’s done dozens of times before.
That motherfucker!
Holy fuck he keepsit cold in this apartment. I can’t sleep for my chattering teeth. I grab my phone to look at the time. Ugh it’s only six but I can’t seem to fall into the hypothermic coma I’ve been praying for all night.
I guess I’ll do the only thing I can do. Get into a hot shower. Better still, a hot bath. It will provide a temporary relief anyway.
I move into the en suite bathroom straight for the enormous tub. I am so fucking happy to find that the tub has its own heater to keep the water warm after it’s been run. A few minutes later, I am sinking into the water that is either too hot or I am frozen because pain instantly shoots into my toes and through the rest of my body making me yelp. I really hope Zane didn’t hear the yelp.
I relax into the water leaning my head back. I bask in the warmth of the water. I am finally warm.
I jump when a I feel someone move my hair off my shoulder. My eyes fly open with a start.
Zane and his fucking perfect teeth are squatting beside the tub smiling at me. I start to relax until I realize I’m still in the bathtub and all of the bubbles have vanished. An unusual feeling of modesty rolls over me for a split second until I remember who I am. I don’t have a modest bone in my body and I’m starting to think this is the only way he will ever see me naked.
“Do you always sleep in the bathtub?” he asks as he grazes a finger across my collarbone.
A shudder begins to form that I shove way down. “I was fucking freezing in this icebox you call an apartment,” I snarl with as much venom as I can muster as his finger continue to trail across my throat to the other collarbone.
“There are things called blankets, Tori,” he tells me without looking at me. His eyes are solely focused on the trail his finger is making. “You didn’t have to sleep in the bathtub.”
I suck in a breath as his fingers trail below the water finding my very peaked nipples that become unbearably harder as he grazes his finger around one without quite touching. I am definitely not cold anymore. I feel like an inferno has erupted in my belly.
My breathing becomes shallow as his finger continue to trail south. He dips into my belly button then brushes millimeters above my pubic bone. He is so close to where I want him to be.
He leans over his lips grazing mine as his finger moves slowly down. He’s almost there!
“Zee, where are you?”
He leans his forehead to mine with a chuckle. He removes his hand then stands to his feet.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I screech like a banshee.
“Sorry, Baby. I either go see what he wants, or he’ll come up here to find me.”
“How did he even get in?” I’m still shrieking as I climb out of the tub not caring in the slightest that it is cold or I’m getting the floor wet.
He shrugs as his eyes move over me. “He has a key and the codes to the elevator.”
“Why?”
“Same reason I have his. We’re brothers.”
“Zane, get your pretty boy ass down here before I come up there. You know I love your ass.”
I groan and Zane laughs at the same time.
“I better get to him,” he grins while blatantly adjusting himself.
“Got an erection?” I ask smugly. “Good. Hope it fucking hurts. Then you’ll know how I feel.”
He laughs again, and I have to suppress the urge to slap the smug look right off his face. “Darlin’, I’ve been a walking erection for nearly a year. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“I think I fucking hate you,” I growl through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes as I make my way back into the bedroom.
He pulls me to his chest with a growl of his own rumbling in his chest. “No, you don’t,” he tells me dropping his lips to mine while pressing my wet, bare chest to his fully clothed one.
