“Another bath? That sounds perfect,” he said, and then he began to remove his clothing.
Her tongue grew thick, unable to move or form words as he stripped himself down. She casually watched him as if she'd seen this display before, but in truth, she was immobilized by her own wanton curiosity, especially when he pushed his breeches down and his manhood sprang out.
Willa couldn't pull her gaze away.
“Scoot forward,” Wesley said. She slid her bottom forward, and he stepped in behind her.
“Wait,” she said, “you can't get your bandage wet.”
Never mind the fact that they would both be nude in the tub together, which he didn't seem to have a single concern about, as if they were already married, newlyweds comfortable in their nakedness.
“Right,” he said. He was right behind her, and she was afraid to turn her head and look because he stood so close and would be face-to-face with his organ, which, well, she'd quite enjoyed last night.
But that was before, and no—her thoughts cut off as he tossed the bandage material over the screen and put a foot in behind her. The water level rose as his body sunk into bubbles, and he relaxed against the back of the tub. He pulled her back to his chest, her body nestled against his. The no longer flaccid appendage a firm reminder at her back that their bodies knew each other in the most primal fashion.
But didn't he see how awkward this was? Was she the only one who felt like a tense little bundle of nerves while he casually soaped her arms?
“Now I get to see all of you,” he said.
The temperature of the bathwater increased by several degrees due to her skin being on fire. His touch sent tingles of pleasure throughout her limbs that she tried to fight, but she was losing this battle to remain unaffected by his nearness, by his maleness. When had Wesley becomes so virile and large? He had muscles she'd never seen before, and now she couldn't stop looking at them, couldn't stop thinking abouthim.
He eased her forward and took down her hair, cupping water in his hands and spilling it over her head. She wiped the rivulets of water from her face as he lathered her hair and washed her back.
Willa closed her eyes as his fingers massaged her scalp. Each caress wove a spell over her body, bending her to his sensual magic.
Willa took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty well, considering.”
His firm fingers moved down to her neck, rubbing out the stiffness. He urged her to lean back against him, his hands making lazy swirls over her collarbone. Though she was trying to relax, her body had other ideas, spinning webs of fire and desire through her.
Her skin came alive under his touch. Was it wrong they were doing this? Was she taking advantage of a man who might not remember he'd never felt this way about her?
She wanted him but was so afraid this might all fall apart, and then what would they do? She'd never be able to look at him again, their friendship would be ruined, and her heart would be shattered.
Willa opened her mouth to tell to tell him to stop, but it just so happened that was the moment that he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and a gasp of pleasure came out instead. Her hips involuntarily squirmed against the ridge of his arousal, and he moved against her.
Now the words refused to come, and she was swiftly losing all ability to speak. Only soft sighs of pleasure emerged from her as he molded her breasts, teasing the furled knots of her nipples. The sensitive buds sent licks of fire through her body.
A fever of lust and love took hold of her. Perhaps there was no use fighting it. The line had been crossed, the bridge burned.
There was no going back.
There was never a Knightly and always Wesley, and for tonight, in this tub, they could be friends and lovers. At least that's what she told herself as she surrendered to him, to the magic of the tub, to his wicked hands. One hand caressed her breast, the other moved lower into her curls, to the aching sensitive bud he masterfully teased to the brink of release, and then brought her back down only to ratchet her back up again. The water sloshed with the hungry rhythm of their hips, their breathing harsh. The sound of her name and his groans of pleasure a sensual symphony in her head while his hands played her body, but it wasn't enough.
Willa wanted more. She wanted to be connected to him. She squirmed in his lap, wedging her hips to the side so she could reach his manhood, and gripped him tightly in the slippery water.
He groaned her name, his hips thrusting into her hand. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her until his firmness slid between her cleft but not inside her. The friction sent her over the edge of ecstasy.
Willa cried out as a piercing release shattered the tension in her body, milking her of all strain and worry until she fell back against him.
She caught her breath as his touch gentled, and even though his hardness was still nestled against her, he no longer moved. She reached back to touch his face, and he kissed her palm.
“What about you?” she asked.
“We have all night.” He kissed her shoulder.
Willa turned around and straddled his waist. She tenderly washed his hair, careful of the large red seam of stitches that ran from above his temple over his ear.
