She clenches her thighs together, biting her bottom lip before saying, “A little bit.”
“Have you taken any more painkillers today or had a bath?”
“No.”
“No, what, Raven?” I demand, my tone low.
She shakes her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I praise. Standing up to my full height, I walk the short distance to her, her eyes tracking my every movement. Holding out my hand, I say, “Come with me.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
RAVEN
Iwould follow this man to the ends of the earth, so it’s a no-brainer when he told me to follow him. I wasn’t lying when I said I was still sore. He ruined me in the best way possible, and painkillers will only last so long before I’m reminded of our night together.
James takes my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. Leading me into his bedroom, he says, “Wait here.”
I do as I’m told and stand in his room while he walks off to the bathroom. I hear running water and know he’s making me a bath. I get the warm fuzzies at the thought of him taking care of me. Is this normal? Did he do this for the other women in his life, or am I just special?
Before I get down the rabbit hole of why I’m never going to be special to him, James strolls into the room.
“Strip.”
I clench my thighs at his command, his low, gravelly voice doing things to my body I could only ever dream about. I do as he asks and slowly remove my clothes, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
James’s eyes flare with heat the less clothes I have on. I’m standing in my white bra and lace panties when he licks his lips slowly. I track the motion with my eyes, desperately wanting to kiss him.
Seductively walking toward him, I stop a hair's breadth away from him, leaning in close. I gently rub my lips across his, and he groans, grabbing my hips and tugging me into him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl,” he breathes out.
“Never,” I whisper. “I’m going to be the light to guide you home.”
James lets me go without a word and walks back into the bathroom. I follow behind, wondering if I said too much.
Reaching the door, I notice he’s filled the bath with bubbles and lit candles throughout; those combined with the smell of the bubble bath, and my body instantly relaxes. The bath’s big enough for at least two people, raised on a platform that’s sunk beneath.
I remove my bra and panties and climb into the tub. The bubbles cover the entirety of my body as I sink below the water. I hum in approval as I release all the stress from the last few weeks. For someone who loves the water, I don’t take nearly as many baths as I’d like—not having one in the dorm kinda hinders that option.
“You coming in?” I purr, watching him stand against the sink, his eyes on me.
He nods before reaching behind his head and removing his T-shirt. I’m going to have to ask him to go shirtless more often because, dear lord, that is one hell of a look.
I sit up, keeping my eyes trained on him as he pushes his sweats down, revealing his hard cock. Knowing I’ve had that inside me causes my clit to vibrate with need.
James smirks. “Move over, Raven.”
I move so he can get in behind me, his legs on either side of me, and my back against his chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more comfortable position in my life. Wanting to soak this up as much as I can before it inevitably ends, I run my hands down his thick thighs, touching him everywhere I can and committing him to memory.
James grabs a sponge and starts washing me down. I almost purr like a cat, it feels that good. He continues running the sponge over my body in slow, maddening strokes. Starting at my collarbone, he brings it down across my breasts, paying each one its own particular attention before moving onto the next one.
My breathing becomes labored the more he continues his careful washing of me, my pussy clenches with the need to have him between my legs again. I stifle back a moan when he runs the sponge across my slit, desperate for him to either keep doing it with the sponge or to use his fingers. He does neither, moving the sponge back up to my collarbone and starting the cycle again.
“Theo thinks your dad is innocent,” he says quietly.
I sigh, my good mood evaporating at the mention of my dad. “So does Mia.” I’m silent for a moment before I add, “Do you think we were wrong to judge him? I mean, he’s my dad. He’d never hurt me.”
“I’ve known Drew for a long time… you’re his entire world, Raven.” He pauses. “I think he made a mistake, but I don’t think that’s what’s going on here, and we need to find out what. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions with him, but seeing as I don’t have a great relationship with my own father, I kinda lumped Drew in the same pile,” he chuckles, but there’s no laughter with it.
