As soon as we step into the bathroom, her lips twitch with a hint of a smile. She likes what she sees, and I don’t blame her. The interior designers got a little carried away with the elements of this space and this bathroom is the most extravagant room in the house by far. They tiled the large space floor to ceiling with natural slate gray stone and set up natural waterfalls throughout the space, giving the room an atmospheric, almost grotto-like energy. To complete the design, they set an in-ground jetted tub into the stone floor, making it look more like a natural hot spring than a hot tub.
As we step in deeper, Stevie brushes her fingers against the water trickling down the rock waterfalls and grins. “This is…” she pauses, trying to find the right word as her eyes circle around the room again.
“Nice?”
“Nice is an understatement.” She says, looking up at me in disbelief. “This is just… wow.”
I want to soak up the adoration in her eyes, even if it is for the fucking room. It’s pathetic. But we came here to clean up her wounds, so I shake out of it and bring my focus back on her needs.
“Ready?” I ask, cocking my brow.
She gives me a quick nod and I carry her towards the sleek slate countertop. After carefully setting her me down, I take a few steps back and give her some space to undress.
Stevie continues to gape at the room. Studying every minute detail. From the large, glass encased shower to the live water plants the designer embedded into the rock walls.
I audibly clear my throat and give her a look.
“What?” She asks, cocking her head at the obvious question in my eyes.
I step forward and plant my arms on either side of her body. She shrinks back instinctively, and the predator within me roars to life. Slowly, I level my eyes on her and give her an appreciative stare.
Mere inches away from touching, she swallows and I breathe in her heady scent of rich vanilla and juicy pear. I can almost taste it on my tongue. The closeness is intoxicating.
“Can’t exactly clean you with that on.” I say, looking at Atlas’ jacket, still swallowing her tiny shoulders.
“Oh.” She replies, looking away as a flush creeps up her neck.
I try not to think about what caused it, but the mind is a cruel bastard. And with her nearly naked body so close to mine, it’s hard not to think about sex.
Stevie fumbles over herself as she tries to shake off the jacket with a wince. She injured her palms almost as badly as she hurt her knees, so it’s a feeble attempt. Instead of letting her go for a second try, I reach for the jacket and slide the silky black fabric down her shoulders myself.
Stevie visibly swallows and looks at me with pleading, come-fuck-me eyes as my thumb gently grazes her hot skin. My tongue swipes out to lick my bottom lip and her tongue instantly mirrors mine. My eyelids grow heavy and my jaw clenches.Fucking hell.She’s making it damn near impossible not to think about sex.
Clearing my throat, I take a step back and turn my attention to the jetted tub. I start the water and grab a few supplies from one of the sleek glass cabinets adorning the walls.
“What’s that?” She asks, studying me as I finish adding some oil into the water.
“T… tea tree oil.” I offer, grabbing a few pads of gauze and a tube of ointment from another cabinet. “It helps with the healing.”
“You know a lot about treating wounds.”
“Yeah.” I say, releasing a heavy sigh. “This isn’t the f…first time one of us has gotten hurt and I’m s… sure it won’t be the last.”
Hot, fragrant steam floats in the air as the warm water thunders into the tub.I turn towards Stevie and lift her into my arms again, doing what I can to avoid staring at her hot naked body as it jostles in my arm.I gently lower her in the steaming water and avert my eyes as she gets settled.
“The water’s a little hot.” I say, grabbing one of the black washcloths I stacked on the edge of the tub. “Let me know if it’s uncomfortable and I can cool it down.”
“It’s fine.” She says, eyeing me as I dip the washcloth into the soapy water. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you.”
I gesture for her to turn around and she does so without protest. She slides her wet hair to the side and angles her bare shoulder towards me and turns to give me a seductive grin.
As soon as the warm wash cloth touches her skin, I feel the tension in her body dissipate. I work my way from the nape of her neck down to her shoulders, pressing deeper while simultaneously rubbing her muscles. I find an especially tight spot and when I squeeze, a tiny moan of relief escapes her lips.
For a split second, I freeze, and my cock painfully hardens.
Fucking hell.
