Nutter. Shaking my head at him, I turn back to the line.
The rest of the day passes by quickly and, for the moment, thoughts of the strange Ms. Perez are forgotten. By the time we head for home, everything hurts, including my cheeks from having to smile all day. But I hug the experience close as there’s little to beat the buzz of having people love your work like the fans I got to meet today.
Jessen opens my door and helps me into the Mustang. As I settle back against the seat, I can’t stop the jaw-cracking yawn that hits me out of nowhere. He stretches my seatbelt over me and locks it in place, chuckling. “Dinner and bed, I think. A nice early night.”
I give a little hum of pleasure. “God, that sounds so good.”
“We’ll get something on the way home then. What grabs you?”
“I could slay a pizza.”
“Pizza it is,” he replies before closing my door and jogging around to the driver’s side.
By the time we reach my apartment building, my stomach is rumbling. The quick bite I had to eat at lunchtime a long distant memory, I now find myself ravenous.
“I was going to run you a bath to relax before dinner, but I’m rethinking my strategy. Dinner, then a nice long soak. Come on, let’s get you fed.” Grabbing my hand, he leads me over to the living room. He pushes me down into a chair, eases my shoes off my feet, pops a box open and hands me a slice. “Tuck in. I’ll go get that bath going.”
My heart sighs at how thoughtful and nurturing he’s being. I’ve never had a man take care of me the way he’s doing right now. In fact, it was always the other way around. I could seriously fall for this guy. How he hasn’t already been snapped up is beyond me. But hey, their loss is my gain.
Dinner done, my bath ready, Jessen helps me up from the sofa. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and tucks the other one behind my knees, lifts me up and cradles me close to his body. With sure strides, he carries me to the master bath. Taking great care, he undresses me, his eyes darkening and the pupils dilating.
When I’m finally standing naked, he backs away. “Forgot something. Be back in a second.” He leaves the room but isn’t gone long when he returns with a glass of wine. “I’ll leave you to enjoy your bath.” And with that, he’s gone, closing the door behind him.
I can’t help the moan of pleasure as I ease my tired body into the steaming tub of bubbles. A blissful sigh follows closely on its heels. Given half a chance, I could get used to this kind of treatment. My mind drifts as my body relaxes in the hot water and the wine slides down smoothly.
Relaxes so much, in fact, I don’t realize how long I’ve been lying there until Jessen returns. That’s when I notice the water’s cooled and my skin’s all wrinkly, making me look like a shriveled prune.
He places a towel within easy reach, then grabs the soap and my sponge. With a large hand spread across my back, he urges me into a sitting position. Lathering up, Jessen gently washes my back, shoulders, and arms. “Come on gorgeous, up you go,” he says as he coaxes me to my feet this time. “That’s it, hold onto my shoulders for support.”
“But I’m soaking wet, and I’ll be getting you all wet too.”
A wicked glint in his eye, he smirks at me with that eyebrow wiggle I’m coming to know so well. “God, I hope so.”
Snorting out a laugh, I do as I’m told.
Slowly, thoroughly, Jessen gently rubs the plush towel over my skin. I’m a quivering mess by the time he’s done, aching for him in the worst way. But the torture session isn’t over yet. He trades the towel for my body lotion, and my core tightens at the anticipation of his bare hands all over my naked skin.
Starting at my neck, he works his way down – over my shoulders, down my arms, and back. My back is next, and I feel the muscles tense as his hands glide smoothly over the globes of my ass, squeezing and massaging as he goes. I hear the rustle of his jeans as he squats, the better to give the back of my legs some attention.
Jessen shuffles around to the front of me, his bottom lip firmly clamped between his teeth, and he massages lotion into the front of my legs. He stands to load up on more lotion, and as he straightens, my eyes are drawn to the huge bulge now straining the front of his pants.
I lick my lips and pray I don’t embarrass myself by drooling all over him. Dear God in heaven, this man is so hot. And he wants me.
17
LUCKY
If I clamp down on this damn lip any harder, I’m likely to bite the thing right off. At least the discomfort gives me something else to focus on so that I don’t throw Agatha to the floor like some cave dweller and rut all over her.
But fuck it, all those curves, plump mounds, and satin smooth skin make it hard on a man. Or is that make a man hard? Because God only knows how my zipper hasn’t burst apart. I wouldn’t at all be surprised to find teeth prints down the length considering how hard my dick is straining against the metal.
Straightening to load up on more lotion, I swallow a groan of pain as my jeans tighten over my groin area. A healthy dose of the cream in my hands, I turn back to Agatha and contemplate whether to work my way from the knees up or from the shoulders down. She licks her lips and without thought, I lean forward, my lips parting to lock around one jutting pink nipple.
Agatha sinks her hands into my hair, the grip tight almost to the point of pain, and that little bite of discomfort adds to my overwhelming arousal. Letting the little bud go with a pop, I move to the other one and give it the same treatment.
I want this woman more than I want my next breath. And I’ll have her. Stepping back from her, I lick my own lips, savoring the taste of her on them. With a shaking hand, I reach out to ease some of the cream over her shoulders. I’m already up here – I may as well start here and work my way down.
My eyes glued to my own hands, they follow the progress I make. The texture of her skin is incredible against my calloused hands as I lift one lush breast, then the other, kneading and massaging the flesh. Her moan, the blazing fire in her gaze calls to the echoing one inside me.
