“Especially that.” I wink, pulling her to me and kissing her lips.
Lizzy leans back with a lazy grin.
“How’s your leg? Do I need to add more hot water? The doctor said to soak it for about thirty minutes, and it’s only been fifteen.” I stick my hand in the water to test the temperature. “The water’s getting cold. Let me turn the hot water back on.”
I move toward the faucet, and Lizzy tugs me toward her by my shirt.
“I’m okay.” Her smile grows.
“Just let me.” I lean toward the faucet.
“Honestly.” She pulls me toward her, and I lose my balance, sliding back and into the tub, hitting the back of my head with the wall. My legs hang over the edge in an awkward position. Thankfully I’m still in my bathing suit.
“Oh, damn.” Lizzy slides into the tub, water sloshing over the side, to look at me. She grabs my head. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
I rest my head against the wall and laugh. Lizzy is trying to get to the back of my head, but I can’t catch my breath or stop laughing.
“Are you hurt? Did you get a concussion and now you’re delusional?”
“I’m okay. My back might be a little sore but at least I’m already soaking it in warm water.” I reach for her.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to relax and not worry about me, and look what happened.”
“Let’s get one thing straight right now.” I look into her eyes and make sure she’s paying close attention. “I’m always gonna worry about you.”
Her eyes widen and lips part before a smile takes over. “Really?”
“Yeah, so let me take care of you and stop being stubborn.”
“I think you’re the one that might need some taking care of.” She places her hand on my chest and leans closer. My body buzzes where her hand is, an odd sensation that’s beyond being physically turned on.
Her lips timidly brush along mine at first as if testing my reaction. Or maybe she’s testing her own boldness. I wait for her next move, and her fingers clutch my soaked shirt as she leans in again. When her lips touch mine, I peek my tongue out and run it along her lip.
“Nate,” Lizzy whispers.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me so she’s on my lap. It’s the most uncomfortable position I’ve ever been in while kissing a woman, but I don’t give a shit. I could be suspended upside down and so long as Lizzy’s lips are on mine, I’d be happy.
Our lips fuse together, tongues stroking one another as we devour each other. I can’t get enough of her and neither can my body as it reacts to her soft moans. I kick off my shoes before sitting up in the tub and bringing her over my lap so she’s straddling me.
“You’re beautiful, perfect for me. God, I love your curves.” My hands roam up and down the sides of her body as my lips kiss along her jaw to her neck, sucking her sensitive skin.
“Hmm…” Lizzy sighs, scraping my scalp and tilting her head away so I have better access to her neck. I feel her shiver, and smile against her skin.
Suddenly, she tenses before screaming in my ear.
“Fudge cakes, mother effing crap.” Her cursing is creative as she stumbles off my lap, kneeing me in the groin.
“Ooof! What the…” I cup myself and close my eyes, breathing slowly. Fuck my life right now. What in the hell happened to take us from making out to her attacking me in my most precious area? Is this payback for not peeing on her leg?
“A-a-a…” Her voice trembles, and I open my eyes to find a terrified expression on her face. She’s already out of the tub, the red sting mark looking angry, but Lizzy’s arms are flailing.
“A lizard, Nate! A freaking lizard is on the ceiling staring at us like a peeping Tom. Please get it and take it outside.”
I scrub a hand down my face to hide my smile and stand. Sure enough, a small lizard is looking at us, or at least it seems to be.
