“Katarina,” he whispers into my hair. “We’re partners. That’s a very different?—”
I push away, climb out of the tub, and grab a fluffy white towel to wrap around my body. “I’m tired, Win. I’m going to bed.”
He lifts up from the tub and that’s when I get my first view of him. All of him.
My eyes slide down his broad shoulders, over his massive chest and down his ridged abs. My eyes stop at the V that leads down to his…
“I’m coming with you.”
I swallow down the lump of dryness as I try to keep from staring at his impressively large cock swinging between his legs. “Win…”
“Tonight is not a night that you should be alone.”
“Did you know that men are now supposed to ask permission to spend the night with a lady?”
“Lucky for me, you’d just tell me to fuck off if you didn’t want me there.”
I should say it.Fuck off, Win. You’re not invited to my bed.
Instead, still staring at his junk, I manage to say, “Is an orgasm involved?”
“If you want it to be.”
I finally manage to pull my gaze back up to his, the dark depths of his eyes filled with promise.
There is one place that Win and I just work, no hesitation, no stops. “I do.”
He steps over the lip of the tub, striding toward me. I stare because he’s impressive walking in clothes, but naked…
I can’t believe this man just bathed me.
My hair is half wet, hanging limply down my back as I clutch the towel around my body.
He stops in front of me, reaching for my fist. Gently, he pries my fingers open, the towel dropping to the floor.
“No covering up now. We just spooned,” he rumbles.
The word spoon from Win’s lips is almost ridiculous. “That’s not spooning. That’s just…” I don’t know what the term for it is. “But if you’re sleeping in bed with me, I’m game for trying out the whole spoon thing.” He reaches around and grabs my ass, pulling my hips into his. “I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of spooning.”
Wrapping his other arm around my back, he lifts me up. “Spooning is for after orgasms.”
“Noted.” I rest my forearms on his shoulders, my fingers threading into his hair. I’d be cold, wet as I am, but his body puts out enough heat that I’m toasty warm.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Everything out of Win’s mouth sounds like a command. Not only do I instantly obey, I feel the flood of excitement that coats my lower lips.
His hand dips between my legs, sliding along my seam even as his mouth finds mine. He pushes my lips open, his tongue swiping between my teeth.
It all makes me hotter, and I twist my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as I push my tongue against his.
His middle finger finds my clit and he circles it, my hips chasing his finger as I lock my legs tighter around him.
“Katarina,” he groans into my mouth, sliding his finger inside me.
I’ve never been touched like this, and it feels so good, I lock around his finger, nearly cumming.
He fists up my hair, pulling my face back. “Woman, how are you doing that?”
