In answer, he pushed off the bed and then slid one arm around my back and the other beneath my knees. I squeaked in surprise as he lifted me into his arms. “What are you doing?” I clung to his shoulders.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he carried me into the bathroom and gently put me down. I watched, bemused as he turned on the bath tap, tested the water, adjusted it, and lifted my bottle of bubble bath to smell it. The room filled with the scent of citrus as he poured it into the running water.
He turned, eyes locked with mine, and tugged on the belt of my robe without saying a word. My breath hitched as the fabric fell open and he pulled it off until I was naked. Theo’s gaze roamed slowly down my body and movement caught my eye. He was growing hard again.
“Ignore it,” he said as he shucked off his boxer briefs. “Evidently, you naked equals me hard.”
Lips twitching with delight at that, I waited to see what he’d do next.
He held out his hand.
I took it.
And then he guided me into the tub with him. We stood as the water flowed around our ankles, Theo’s hands coasting down my waist, caressing, soothing. “Turn around.”
I did.
His erection bobbed against my arse cheeks and I heard him suck in a breath before his heat disappeared. I glanced over my shoulder to find him settling himself against the bathtub, his legs spread. To accommodate me. “Sit,” he gestured.
I lowered myself between his legs, and Theo wrapped his arms around me, a proprietary hand over my breast, the other on my stomach as he gently tugged me toward him until my back rested against his chest.
“Relax,” he murmured in my ear.
He grabbed my purple bath sponge, dipped it into the rising water, and gently rubbed it over my body. My limbs melted against him until it felt completely natural to be like this together. Finally, once the bubbly water had reached our waists, he switched off the tap.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.
“Good,” I murmured drowsily. “How are you feeling?”
He guided the bath sponge down my torso, between my legs as his other hand began gently kneading my breast. My breath hitched. I felt Theo’s chest rise and fall a little faster behind me. But he didn’t answer my question.
Instead, he asked another. “Are you terribly sore?”
My cheeks grew a wee bit hot. “A little.”
“Inside?”
I nodded.
He released the sponge but only so he could press two fingers over my clit. My hips jerked in reaction. “But not here?”
I couldn’t speak. My fingers curled around his strong forearm as he circled the bundle of nerves at my apex, while caressing my breast at the same time. I turned my cheek against his upper chest, moaning as sensation thrummed through me.
“Theo,” I whispered.
“Yes, little darling …” His voice was hoarse in my ear. “Is this all right?”
I nodded frantically. “Aye, pl-please.”
The pressure on my clit intensified and before I knew it, the tension inside me shattered. I shuddered and shivered against him as he petted and caressed me through it. Exhaustion melted through my limbs and my eyes fluttered shut.
I was aware of Theo’s hand resting between my legs, not with intent … just resting there as we drowsed. It felt possessive and claiming … but I decided it was most likely neither. Theo wanted to claim no one and possess nothing but his career.And that’s okay, I thought sleepily to myself. All I wanted was to experience life to the fullest. If this was all we had of each other, I could more than live with that.
I was onlyhalf awake as Theo roused me from the now cold bath and lifted me out of it. He towel-dried me with efficient gentleness, reminding me of how he’d cared for me when I was sick with flu. That felt like a lifetime ago now.
Once I was dry, he pleated my damp hair and guided me back into the bedroom. Heavy with exhaustion, I lay down on thebed and closed my eyes, vaguely aware of him clearing away our picnic.
A few minutes later, he nudged me awake again and I held my arms up for him while he slipped a nightdress over me. Then he tucked me into bed.
