"You're so tense," he murmurs. His breath ghosts across my wet skin. "When's the last time someone took care of you?"
"I don't know." My voice comes out small. Honest. "A long time."
His hands pause. Then resume with even more care. "That's gonna change."
He works his way down my spine. Finding every sore spot, every place where I'm holding tension I didn't know existed. The water laps against the sides of the tub. Steam rises. His scent wraps around me, sandalwood and sawdust mixing with the floral soap until I'm dizzy with it.
When his hands slide to my sides, fingers splaying across my ribs, I stop breathing.
"Still okay?" His voice has gone lower. Rougher.
"Yes."
His thumbs stroke along the curve of my waist. Up. Down. Not quite touching my breasts but close enough that my nipples tighten in anticipation. My whole body is on high alert, every nerve ending screaming for more.
"Jess." My name sounds wrecked on his lips. "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me." The words spill out before I can stop them. "Please. I need you to touch me."
He groans. The sound goes straight between my legs. "Where?"
"Everywhere."
His hands slide higher. Cup my breasts through the water and bubbles. His palms are rough against my sensitive skin and I arch into the contact with a gasp.
"Like this?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He rolls my nipples between his fingers. Gentle at first, then harder when I whimper and press back against his hands. The water sloshes. Bubbles slide down my body. I'm completelyexposed now, the water too disturbed to hide anything, and I don't care.
One of his hands slides lower. Down my stomach. Pausing at my hip.
"Can I?"
"Please."
His fingers find me already wet, already ready, and when he strokes through my folds, I cry out.
His fingers circle my clit with maddening slowness. Teasing. Learning. Finding the rhythm that makes my hips buck and my breath catch.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Show me what you like. Show me what makes you feel good."
I'm completely at his mercy. One hand on my breast, the other between my legs, his mouth trailing kisses along my neck and shoulder. The water is cooling but I'm burning up, heat pooling low in my belly, building with every stroke of his fingers.
When he slides two fingers inside me, I almost come right then.
"Carlos." His name is a broken plea.
"I know, baby. I've got you." He pumps his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "You're so perfect. So responsive. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? How many times I've imagined you just like this?"
"Tell me." I'm rocking against his hand now, desperate and uncoordinated.
"Every night." His teeth graze my shoulder. "Every single night since you came back. I'd lie in bed and think about you. About touching you. Tasting you. Making you come so hard you forget your own name."
His thumb finds my clit. Circles it in time with his fingers thrusting inside me. The dual sensation is overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
"I'm close." The words come out strangled. "Carlos, I'm so close."
