Well. She guessed she could do that. “I’ll try. He won’t get mad?”
Eli drew her head back and then leaned down to kiss her gently. “If he gets mad then I’ll kick his ass for you.”
Then he deepened his kiss as though he hadn’t just threatened to beat up his brother.
Men.
Would she ever understand them?
“How about I run you a bath and then you can relax before bed.”
“A bath? Bed?” she repeated.
“Yeah. I can run it for you then leave you alone.” He placed his hand around the back of her head and kissed her again. “Or I can help you bathe. Completely up to you.”
With how much kissing and touching they’d done today, she felt like her body was on fire. As though she had an itch she couldn’t scratch.
Although she knew exactly where the itch was.
Maybe if you had some private time you could take care of that.
She’d had been very little privacy today. They’d gone everywhere with her and it wasn’t like they had much room in the hotel.
But did she want to take care of it on her own? She’d never had much success with that. Or did she want Eli’s help? He ranhis hand up the outside of her thigh as he nibbled at her jaw then down her neck.
“You’re wound up so tight,” he told her. “You need to relax.”
“All right. Can I have bubbles?” she asked.
“You can have whatever you want.”
Eli ledher into the bathroom where he’d filled the bath up with bubbles. There was soft music playing and the lighting was low.
“I’ll turn my back and you get undressed and climb in. Unless you’d rather be alone.”
“No, I want you to stay,” she said hastily.
Shoot. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. Perhaps she should have taken the chance to be on her own so she could take care of her need herself.
“All right. Get in, baby.”
She quickly stripped off and climbed into the bath. “I’m in.”
He turned and the heat in his gaze made her breath catch.
“Let’s try and get rid of your tension, yeah? Are you all right if I touch you?”
“Yes,” she said hoarsely.
Eli smiled and moved around by her head to massage her shoulders and neck until she was a mix of relaxed and heated. Then he picked up a cloth and soap. He started to rub the cloth over her body. First her arms, then over her chest, between her breasts to her stomach. He moved back up to her breasts, rubbing the cloth over her nipples until they were hard and aching.
Was it her imagination or was he spending a lot of time on her breasts?
And it was driving her crazy.
Her breathing grew faster and faster, her heart racing. Then he moved the cloth to her legs. Up and down.
“Spread your legs, baby, so I can get between them.”
