“On a scale of one to ten?” she questions. “Maybe a twelve.”
Okay. So basically boil my balls hot.That sounds painful, but I’m not the one currently baking a human in their body, so I’m going to keep my mouth shut and go with the flow here. With the water on, I look for some body wash or bubble bath. Something I can add to the water.
“What are you looking for, Jamie?” she yawns, and maybe I should feel like shit for waking her, but I can’t. Not when she looks soft and warm and so damn pretty sitting on the edge of the counter.
“Bubbles,” I admit, feeling like an ass.
“There’s some in the closet,” she points past me to the linen closet.
I grab two towels and a bottle of cherry-vanilla body wash and hold it up. Jackpot. “Have I ever told you how much I love the smell of your skin?”
A crimson flush rushes to her face as she shakes her head.
I squeeze more gel than we need into the tub and turn around as the delicious scent of ripe summer cherries fills the air. Stepping between Ashton’s thighs, I run my hands up her legs. “Think there’s room for both of us in there?”
Her fingers play with the hem of my Crucible gym tee. “Oh, I think we’ll manage.” She presses her lips to mine, thenshoves my shirt up. “I also think you have on too many clothes, Murphy.”
“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” I tease, loving this new relaxed, carefree version Ashton is sharing with me as I reach behind my head and tug off my shirt, dropping it to the floor.
She shakes her head slowly and presses her lips to my heart. “No... We definitely can’t have that. Now... pants off too.”
My lips tip up. “Bossy... I like it.”
“I’m going to remind you, you said that. Now pants off. You have to get in the tub first. You’re bigger.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I do as I’m told and strip off my sweats, enjoying the way her dark eyes dilate once I’m naked in front of her. “Like what you see, Ace?”
She presses her lips together, holding back her smile. “It’s all right. Now get in the tub.” She shoves me playfully back, and I catch her hand and press my lips to her open palm. “Need help getting down?”
“I think I can manage...” Ashton waits until I’m sitting in the warm water before she stands and shimmies a pair of cheeky black shorts down her shapely legs, leaving that magnificent fucking ass high in the air as she kicks off her socks, then rips her tank over her head and adds it to our pile of clothes.
She turns and hits the light switch, bathing us in darkness with just the moonlight leaking through the leaded-glass window, framing her.
And she is breathtaking.
My eyes drink in every exquisite curve of her body. The dip of her hips, her still-flat stomach that I cannot wait to see full and round with our baby. Her strong, toned dancer’s thighs and high, tight teardrop breasts... One look and this woman can bring me to my knees.
“You’re staring, Jamie . . .”
“I’m in awe, Ashton.”
Her smile is breathtaking as she reaches over and takes my hand. “Good answer, charmer.” Slowly, she lowers one foot, then the other into the warm water, leaning on me until she’s comfortable between my legs, her back resting against my chest like two pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.
A perfect fit.
I grab a spongey-looking loofah thing from the shelf next to the tub and add some of the bodywash to it, sudsing it up, then run it slowly along her arms.
Ashton hums her contentment, relaxing into me, and my cock jumps to attention. “How are you feeling now? Still feel sick to your stomach?
“No. Thankfully, that’s passed. My head hurts, but I don’t feel like I’m going to throw up again.” I run the loofah along her shoulder and across her collarbones, and she hums again. “This is helping.”
Gently, I drag the sponge over her chest and along her soft stomach, imagining what it’ll look like soon, before continuing down to the apex of her thighs.
But I refuse to go there.
Not yet.
For now, I stick to the route of a gentleman. One with an extremely active, dirty mind. But one who wants to take care of his woman and makes sure she feels good, even if it means he doesn’t get to taste her tonight.
