the bathroom. The room was small, the sunken bath dominating, with a shower and vanity on the opposite wall.
"This is gorgeous."
She was pleased he appreciated the room - it was one of her favorites and she was happy to share it with him.
"Smells great too. Have you been burning oils?"
A man who enjoyed scent; she was in heaven. "No, but I will be soon. You deal to your vindaloo leftovers and I'll prepare myself and the candles."
He pulled her to him, being careful not to trail vindaloo over her dress. His presence was sure and demanding, it so turned her on. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, she realized the light made it difficult to see where his pupil and iris met – they were just pools of darkness. She was overwhelmed by his beauty and the thought that she would soon have the pleasure of exploring every little nook and cranny of him at her leisure.
"Might not be the only things burning by the end of the night if I have anything to do with it." He kissed her with a force and passion that left her breathless with desire.
A shiver ran down her spine as she lit the candles. He was glorious. She poured a dab of scented bubble bath into the rapidly filling tub, then positioned herself on the top of the toilet lid, intent on watching Matt. He was surveying the water, a distant look on his face. Maybe he was having some small out-of-body experience, scent could do that for you. She couldn't fail to remember her grandmother whenever she smelled mint; it brought back happy memories of preparing sauce for Sunday lamb lunches. A quiet moment of being somewhere else, with someone else, locked in an aroma.
When he at last snapped out of it she asked him, "Where were you?" She idly swung her legs backwards and forwards, her bare feet catching on the heated tiles underfoot.
"Right here."
"No, you weren't."
He looked puzzled, then cocked his head and looked up at her as if peering over a pair of imaginary glasses. "I was sitting in the bath as a child and my mother was banging on the door, trying to get me out, but she couldn't. Doesn't really make much sense."
He straightened up. "I don't particularly want to talk about my mother anyway. I've got better things to do."
"You have?"
He turned the taps off. "I have. I'm about to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you."
"Is that right?" She pulled her legs up under herself and sat perched atop the toilet like a pixie on a toadstool. "I'm afraid I've got news for you. You're going to stand over there and strip."
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard. Start ripping it off. I haven't got all night."
"I was good. This is a vile and evil punishment I don't deserve."
"True, but you'll do it anyway."
"I will, will I?"
"Oh yes."
"And why's that?" His voice was menacing, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was happy playing her game.
"Because of your reward."
"Reward?"
"I'll make it worth your while." She dropped her chin on her knees and hugged her legs, pressing her advantage home. "So get on with it."
He was a vision with his clothes on, but she looked forward to viewing him at leisure with them off.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"I want you to know that I'm an amateur and I don't do this."
"There's a first time for everything. Now hurry up. Or do I have to go and get a whip?"
His features froze in shock for half a second; then he looked at her, took in her grin and relaxed. "You had me going there for a minute."
"I'll have you going for longer than a minute."
"I need you to come over here and help me. The hands-on approach."
"You're having those mummy fantasies again, aren't you?"
"Don't." He grimaced and she couldn't help giggling. "Get that tidy ass of yours over here and be my hands. I can undress myself any old time - I want you to do it."
"I suppose that could be fun, and since you asked so very, very nicely..."
Having
"This is gorgeous."
She was pleased he appreciated the room - it was one of her favorites and she was happy to share it with him.
"Smells great too. Have you been burning oils?"
A man who enjoyed scent; she was in heaven. "No, but I will be soon. You deal to your vindaloo leftovers and I'll prepare myself and the candles."
He pulled her to him, being careful not to trail vindaloo over her dress. His presence was sure and demanding, it so turned her on. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, she realized the light made it difficult to see where his pupil and iris met – they were just pools of darkness. She was overwhelmed by his beauty and the thought that she would soon have the pleasure of exploring every little nook and cranny of him at her leisure.
"Might not be the only things burning by the end of the night if I have anything to do with it." He kissed her with a force and passion that left her breathless with desire.
A shiver ran down her spine as she lit the candles. He was glorious. She poured a dab of scented bubble bath into the rapidly filling tub, then positioned herself on the top of the toilet lid, intent on watching Matt. He was surveying the water, a distant look on his face. Maybe he was having some small out-of-body experience, scent could do that for you. She couldn't fail to remember her grandmother whenever she smelled mint; it brought back happy memories of preparing sauce for Sunday lamb lunches. A quiet moment of being somewhere else, with someone else, locked in an aroma.
When he at last snapped out of it she asked him, "Where were you?" She idly swung her legs backwards and forwards, her bare feet catching on the heated tiles underfoot.
"Right here."
"No, you weren't."
He looked puzzled, then cocked his head and looked up at her as if peering over a pair of imaginary glasses. "I was sitting in the bath as a child and my mother was banging on the door, trying to get me out, but she couldn't. Doesn't really make much sense."
He straightened up. "I don't particularly want to talk about my mother anyway. I've got better things to do."
"You have?"
He turned the taps off. "I have. I'm about to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you."
"Is that right?" She pulled her legs up under herself and sat perched atop the toilet like a pixie on a toadstool. "I'm afraid I've got news for you. You're going to stand over there and strip."
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard. Start ripping it off. I haven't got all night."
"I was good. This is a vile and evil punishment I don't deserve."
"True, but you'll do it anyway."
"I will, will I?"
"Oh yes."
"And why's that?" His voice was menacing, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was happy playing her game.
"Because of your reward."
"Reward?"
"I'll make it worth your while." She dropped her chin on her knees and hugged her legs, pressing her advantage home. "So get on with it."
He was a vision with his clothes on, but she looked forward to viewing him at leisure with them off.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"I want you to know that I'm an amateur and I don't do this."
"There's a first time for everything. Now hurry up. Or do I have to go and get a whip?"
His features froze in shock for half a second; then he looked at her, took in her grin and relaxed. "You had me going there for a minute."
"I'll have you going for longer than a minute."
"I need you to come over here and help me. The hands-on approach."
"You're having those mummy fantasies again, aren't you?"
"Don't." He grimaced and she couldn't help giggling. "Get that tidy ass of yours over here and be my hands. I can undress myself any old time - I want you to do it."
"I suppose that could be fun, and since you asked so very, very nicely..."
Having
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