It does something stupid to my chest.
“What brings you to The Quylt House?” I strike the match against the rough strip, and the tip flares.
“Hmm... now you’re curious about me?”
I smirk at her. “Curious? I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since you smashed into me in my room.”
“Uh-huh.”
“The toys helped.”
She laughs, and I love the sound.
My hand hovers over the next candle. “I still have those if you want them back.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “I think I have something better than those toys right here.”
My cock twitches.
“Don’t give me that much credit.” I finish lighting the last candle and turn to her. “I hear those toys give quite the experience.”
I blow out the match, my eyes fixed on hers through the smoke.
“Let me be the judge of that.” She reaches beside her and flips the light switch.
The lights cut out, and the room melts into candlelight. Gold flickers over tile and skin. The air smells warm and sweet.
I stand here for a moment, barefoot, just taking her in. The glow traces every curve. Her hair spills over one shoulder, and her eyes are drowsy from me.
I memorize this moment.
Then I take two long strides and slide my arms under her thighs and lift her off the cool marble.
Her laugh ripples through the air. “Well, hello.”
“Hi.”
I kiss her briefly while walking across the cool tile to the tub.
I lower her into the water. Her feet dip under the surface, and I steady her as she sinks in.
The water swirls around her, swallowing her up to her shoulders, her hair floating around her.
I hit on the jets, and they rumble to life with a deep, vibrating hum.
I don’t waste time getting in.
I’d rather sink in and pull her back flush against my front, but she presses against the far side, so I end up across from her.
The heat wraps around me, but it’s nothing compared to the rush when our legs brush under the water. She’s angled just right—knees nudging mine, toes skimming my shins.
The contact is electric. I lean back, spreading my arms along the rim, letting the jets pound into my lower back.
The tension in my muscles unravels, but the rest of me stays wired, especially when she shifts just enough that her foot slides along the inside of my calf.
For a moment, we breathe, watching one another.
“Comfy?” My voice is rough with desire.
