“Maybe.” She nibbled her lower lip, aware her body had grown soft and willing at just the sight of him. “But nothing that hurts you, okay?”
“Of course.” He drew closer and kissed her, and his beard and mustache reminded her of how good they could feel against her skin. In other places…
“Rena, the only time I hurt is when I am not with you.”
She crossed her eyes. “You and your words. Stop talking.” Because he got to her with his bad presents and his big body and his soulful eyes. Those words, spoken from the heart, meant so much. In English or German.
She didn’t understand when he spoke his native language and looked at her, but she understood the tenderness in his gaze, the ache in her heart from wanting what he promised. Or what shehopedhe promised—a distinction that would kick her in the ass if she weren’t careful.
“Okay, I’ll take a bath with you. And to show you how much I care, I’m going to get my hair wet for you. But no comments if I look all droopy tomorrow.”
His eyes crinkled. His smile grew wide. “As long as there is a tomorrow,Häschen, I do not care what you look like. Only that you are with me.”
Fourteen
The bath felt good against his aches, and Axel eased into the water with a groan. The feel of it gloving his body aroused him even more because he imagined soon feeling a woman’s wet warmth around him.
Rena stood naked, her full breasts, narrow waist, and womanly hips beckoning. He wanted to lick her up, to suckle between her legs and swallow her down.
She always smelled so good to him, a combination of honey and flowers and Rena.
“Do you wear perfume?” he asked. “Because you smell good all the time.”
She smiled. “No. Well, I do have a nice lotion I like. It’s good for my skin, and I use some stuff in my hair that might be what you’re smelling.”
He guided her down over him, conscious of his dick pressed against his belly, the front of her body keeping him in place. He leaned close and inhaled at the crook of her neck. “No. It’s you. Not lotion or hair sprays. It’s just you.” He drew her head close to kiss her, so glad she’d followed him home tonight.
She shifted and hit his ribs, and he couldn’t contain a small start, though he shrugged off the pain.
Unfortunately, she must have felt it because she drew back in a hurry. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Helovedher calling him that. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” She pushed up on her knees, and he grabbed her hips and held her in place.
They both froze when his dick, now free in the water, notched between her legs.
He wanted so badly to bring her down over him that he could do nothing but remain frozen, caught in the most beautiful pleasure–pain between hope and the knowledge he couldn’t have all of her. Not yet.
Rena stared into his eyes. “I want to feel you in me.”
“Fuck. I want that more than anything. But…”
She eased down, bringing the head of his cock inside her but no more. He had to close his eyes, for fear that if he saw her nibbling her luscious lips for one more moment he’d take the choice from her.
“Hold on a sec, sweetie.” She moved off him, and he sucked in a breath, missing her but glad she’d moved when she had. “Where are the con—”
“Top drawer to the left of the sink.” He slowly, painfully, sat up out of the water, planting his ass on the edge of the tub, his lower legs still encased by warmth. Easier to put the condom on without the water in the way.
She came back looking like a mermaid, all slick and brown and curvy. He wanted to suck her breasts and finger her until she came. Then eat her out all over again.
“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t last,” she rasped.
“I don’t care. I want you so much. I feel no pain but this.” He gripped his cock.
“Oh, let me help you with that, you poor thing.” She stepped into the tub with the condom, but instead of tearing open the packet, she held it and looked into his eyes. “Axel, I need to ask you something.”
“Yes?” He released his grip on himself, worried he’d end up coming before she’d put the condom on.
