I stepped closer to see the water froth and scowled at it. I’d heard that the wealthy had liquid soaps to pour into their bathwater and do the washing for them, but I never believed it.
“It's called a bubble bath,” Cyn said, then got undressed. “And it's divine.”
“A bubble bath?” I watched as the bubbles grew bigger and bigger, wondering if they were magical bubbles that would scrub all the dirt away.
“Ru, they are just bubbles. They're not going to hurt you.”
“Fine.” I stripped but waited for Cyn to get into the tub first.
Cyn sighed as he sank into the water and leaned back against the rim. Then he maneuvered the bubbles around him, bringing mounds against his chest. I went still. I don't know what it was, but seeing him sitting in that huge bowl, gloriously naked, with bubbles rising around his glistening body, did something to me. Something good. Cyn looked oddly sexy among the suds. The way they clung to his sculpted muscles and the ends of his crimson hair made my mouth water. Then some slid down his chest, and I whimpered.
“Ru?” Cyn called.
“Uh-huh,” I murmured as I climbed into the tub. “Oh, fuck.”
The water was the perfect temperature—hot, but not too hot. Just warm enough to melt the knots in my muscles. And the bubbles gently cradled my skin, like the press of my mate's lips. The scent of lavender and honey rose to fill my nose, and a deep breath brought the humid, hot air into my lungs, relaxing my insides as well.
“It's nice, isn't it?” Cyn propped his arms over the rim of the tub and stretched out his long legs.
“I want to straddle your lap and ride you, but I'm too relaxed,” I drawled, sliding down the side of the tub until I found the most comfortable angle. “This is amazing.”
“We'll make love after the water cools. For now, just enjoy.” He got a playful look in his eyes, then scooped up a mound of bubbles and plopped it on my head.
I scowled up at the bubble hat. “I'd remove it, but my arms have turned into noodles. So it'll have to stay. Forever.”
Cyn chuckled and sat up to grab my limp body and draw me between his legs. He flicked off the bubble hat, even as more bubbles mounded around us, forming walls of suds, then settled me against his chest. Absently, Cyn turned off the water. Then he stroked my hair and chest. The lazy movements relaxed me even further.
“I could lie here with you forever,” he whispered.
“You sure do have a thing for water,” I mumbled, my eyes going half-lidded. “Not that I'm complaining.”
“Dragons love water. Even before our Water Magic returned, we loved it. I thought it odd before, but now I understand.”
“So, the bubbles clean us?” I rolled over and laid my cheek on his chest.
“A little,” Cyn said, his tone gone tender. “We should still scrub a bit.” His hand went to my back to do some of that scrubbing.
“I can help.” My hand went to his nipple. Idly, I played with it as I listened to my mate's heartbeat. “Your nipple will be very clean.”
Cyn's chuckle was low and sensual. Still, I couldn't rouse myself to do anything about it.
“This feels wonderful,” I murmured into his skin.
“Nothing feels better than having you in my arms,” Cyn said, his head bending to mine. After nuzzling me, he added, “I love you, Mate.”
I looked up to say, “I love you too.” Then, with strength I didn't know I possessed, I lifted my head to kiss him. As soon as the kiss ended, my head flopped back onto his bulging pectoral with a wet smack.
Cyn laughed. “I've turned you into a pile of jelly.”
“Oh, but it's delicious jelly.”
“Is it?” His hand wandered between my legs. “Perhaps I should give it a taste.”
I sighed and rolled back onto my back to give him better access. “I still don't have the strength for sex.”
“I know, love. I'll take care of you.”
I melted over my mate as he worked my cock, his big hand rippling over my wet skin, milking me expertly. My heat-weakened muscles tried to clench for the release, but couldn't. I just lay there, sprawled across Cyn's hard (and hardening) body, unable to do anything more than gasp and twitch. Then Cyn licked my ear.
