She’d never had a man be so appreciative of her naked body before, and she savored it.
“Take your time getting in.”
“I do declare, you’re being somewhat lascivious, Mr.Donovan.”
“I’m a man, sweet Sofia.And you’re slaying me with your soft curves and Southern belle charm.”
She grinned impishly, knowing she was skirting the edge of brattish behavior.Not that she minded.Their discussion last night had been interesting.He understood her.She understood him.Her behavior would have consequences, but she would know that before she started toying with him.And if they were anything like last night’s spanking, she would enjoy it.It had hurt—bad—but the connection they’d shared had aroused her more than she had ever been.At the deepest level, she trusted him.
Sofia dipped her foot in the water.It was warmer than she’d expected, and she climbed into the surprisingly deep tub.
He offered her both mugs, and she held them while he placed her shirt on a hook screwed into the shower partition.Then he stripped.Even though they’d had hot sex yesterday and she’d sucked him off after that, his cock was already half-hard.
She wondered if she’d ever get tired of looking at him.
He hung his pants and shirt next to hers then placed his hat on a third hook.
“Leave it on?”she asked.
“The hat?”He turned to her.
“I think it will look sexy.”
“You’re objectifying me again,” he said, his voice without complaint.
“It would appear that way.”
“Never let it be said that I didn’t please my woman.”
His woman.
The words ricocheted around her brain, making her thoughts go haywire.What the hell did that mean?Was it anything more than a teasing comment?
Obviously it had no meaning to him because he turned away.
She shrugged.Cade had never asked for anything from her, except occasional companionship and submissive surrender.
An image of her on her knees with his cum on her face made her squirm.
When he faced her again, he was grinning.His hand on the crown of the hat, he put it back on.After turning off the faucet, he joined her in the tub.
“I wish I had my phone,” she said when he was settled.He was relaxed against the back of the tub.He had one knee propped up with his cup resting on top of it and his hat was cocked at a jaunty angle.With his broad chest, strong jaw and quick smile, he devastated her.
A few minutes later, dawn began to spread across the sky.
“Was it worth getting up early?”
“Most definitely.”
He saluted her with his coffee mug.“So will you,” he asked, “come back after work?”
She should refuse.Last night, she’d skirted the question, hoping she’d wake up with a definitive answer.But she was no closer to a decision.
The more time they spent together, the greater the risk of her losing her heart.
“Purple,” he said.
She took a sip of her tea.“Purple?”
