gentle huff. “Don’t tell me it never happened to you before.”
“Okay, I won’t. Tell you, that is. Not yet, anyway.”
She caught her breath. Don’t go there. Instead she stretched up for another kiss. He gave it, and more, but pulled away. “I’m not the Energizer Bunny, though I wish I could be that way, for you. When did you last have a bath in a good, deep tub?”
She stared at him blankly. She couldn’t remember. After her life on the streets, the nuns only had showers and she’d never used the bath in her current apartment, preferring to shower. The stained tub had held no appeal for her. Then she laughed. “Okay, you got me. You make it sound like I’m back living on the streets.”
“Nope, just that nobody’s pampered you in a while. Let me do it now. You stay there, and I’ll come fetch you when it’s ready.”
She enjoyed the sight of his tight buns as he walked to the bathroom. Drowsily she listened to the faucets as they poured hot water. She was dozing when he returned and lifted her into his arms. Despite her laughing protests, he carried her to the bath. He’d found bubbles and, glory be, champagne. She raised a brow and pressed a kiss against his chest. “Cliché?”
“Sorry I can’t be more original. But hey, why mess with a good thing?”
He had a point. By some miracle he even had her favorite champagne, the orange label forming a pleasing contrast to the dark green bottle and the pristine ivory-colored porcelain.
He lowered her into the foamy water and quickly joined her, sitting with his back to the porcelain, cradling her body between his legs. She leaned against his chest, not caring that the ends of her hair dangled in the water. He sifted his fingers through the waves and natural ringlets, pushing her hair back from her forehead in slow, easy strokes that relaxed her to the point of idiocy. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Is this your real color?”
“No. I dyed it before I came here. It’s brighter naturally, but I can’t blend in easily with platinum blond hair.”
“I always assumed you colored it that way.”
She loved the way his voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her skin.
“Most people did. It was one thing that wasn’t fake about me. I had my lips injected every couple of months, and I was considering cosmetic surgery when—just before I left. A real member of the plastic generation.”
He cupped her breasts, stroked his thumbs over the tips. “Why would you want to mess with perfection?”
“Just for a change. I was unhappy with the way I looked. I don’t care these days, as long as I’m neat and clean.” She huffed a laugh. “It’s like I was someone else. In a way I was, I guess. Poor little rich girl.” Like anybody would ever believe that.
“Now you’re a rich little poor girl?” He frowned. “No, that’s not right.”
He reached over and poured the champagne one-handed, returning the bottle to the ice bucket afterward without spilling a drop. He gave her a glass, then took one himself, touching the rim of his glass to hers. “To the future.”
She glanced away. “The future.” They drank, kissed and drank again, then lay together in contented silence. When she’d emptied her glass, he took it and returned it to the tray to join his.
Then he rinsed her body, turning it into another sensual exploration. Ending at her pussy. He opened her labia with his fingers and stroked along the crease. He knew her body now, knew what she liked. He could make her purr like a kitten.
Gentle strokes turned to something with more purpose, and she let her legs fall open. She leaned her head against his chest. Murmuring soothing words, encouraging her to relax and let him do this to her, he insinuated a finger inside her. He stroked and found her clit with the pad of his thumb, teasing the knot of flesh into prickling awareness.
She sighed happily and concentrated on the sensations. Waves of heat rose inside her, heading to the
“Okay, I won’t. Tell you, that is. Not yet, anyway.”
She caught her breath. Don’t go there. Instead she stretched up for another kiss. He gave it, and more, but pulled away. “I’m not the Energizer Bunny, though I wish I could be that way, for you. When did you last have a bath in a good, deep tub?”
She stared at him blankly. She couldn’t remember. After her life on the streets, the nuns only had showers and she’d never used the bath in her current apartment, preferring to shower. The stained tub had held no appeal for her. Then she laughed. “Okay, you got me. You make it sound like I’m back living on the streets.”
“Nope, just that nobody’s pampered you in a while. Let me do it now. You stay there, and I’ll come fetch you when it’s ready.”
She enjoyed the sight of his tight buns as he walked to the bathroom. Drowsily she listened to the faucets as they poured hot water. She was dozing when he returned and lifted her into his arms. Despite her laughing protests, he carried her to the bath. He’d found bubbles and, glory be, champagne. She raised a brow and pressed a kiss against his chest. “Cliché?”
“Sorry I can’t be more original. But hey, why mess with a good thing?”
He had a point. By some miracle he even had her favorite champagne, the orange label forming a pleasing contrast to the dark green bottle and the pristine ivory-colored porcelain.
He lowered her into the foamy water and quickly joined her, sitting with his back to the porcelain, cradling her body between his legs. She leaned against his chest, not caring that the ends of her hair dangled in the water. He sifted his fingers through the waves and natural ringlets, pushing her hair back from her forehead in slow, easy strokes that relaxed her to the point of idiocy. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Is this your real color?”
“No. I dyed it before I came here. It’s brighter naturally, but I can’t blend in easily with platinum blond hair.”
“I always assumed you colored it that way.”
She loved the way his voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her skin.
“Most people did. It was one thing that wasn’t fake about me. I had my lips injected every couple of months, and I was considering cosmetic surgery when—just before I left. A real member of the plastic generation.”
He cupped her breasts, stroked his thumbs over the tips. “Why would you want to mess with perfection?”
“Just for a change. I was unhappy with the way I looked. I don’t care these days, as long as I’m neat and clean.” She huffed a laugh. “It’s like I was someone else. In a way I was, I guess. Poor little rich girl.” Like anybody would ever believe that.
“Now you’re a rich little poor girl?” He frowned. “No, that’s not right.”
He reached over and poured the champagne one-handed, returning the bottle to the ice bucket afterward without spilling a drop. He gave her a glass, then took one himself, touching the rim of his glass to hers. “To the future.”
She glanced away. “The future.” They drank, kissed and drank again, then lay together in contented silence. When she’d emptied her glass, he took it and returned it to the tray to join his.
Then he rinsed her body, turning it into another sensual exploration. Ending at her pussy. He opened her labia with his fingers and stroked along the crease. He knew her body now, knew what she liked. He could make her purr like a kitten.
Gentle strokes turned to something with more purpose, and she let her legs fall open. She leaned her head against his chest. Murmuring soothing words, encouraging her to relax and let him do this to her, he insinuated a finger inside her. He stroked and found her clit with the pad of his thumb, teasing the knot of flesh into prickling awareness.
She sighed happily and concentrated on the sensations. Waves of heat rose inside her, heading to the
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