He moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out to her. “Come with me.”
She took his offered hand without questions, then followed him into the adjoining bathroom where her abandoned bubble bath waited, the suds all but gone, the water certainly gone cold by now.
Razor popped the drain to let some of the tepid water out, then ran the faucet to replenish it. He poured some of the fragrant bath soap under the flowing water, then turned his attention back to her.
His hands were tender on her face as he drew her close for another kiss. Arousal still pulsed in every hard angle of his strong body, but his lips covered hers with a gentleness, a reverence, that staggered her.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with rekindling desire.
She did as he asked, uncertain what he intended. Standing in front of him, she felt his hands come to rest lightly on her shoulders. Then he traced his fingers down the length of her arms, with unhurried tenderness.
Her long hair was a tangled mess that hung haphazardly at her back, having come undone on the bed. Razor carefully gathered the disheveled tresses in his strong hands, lifting them up and away from her neck.
His breath fanned hot against her nape as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss there. Willow shivered, every fiber of her being lit up at the feel of his mouth poised so dangerously at her neck. Her breath seized in her lungs, her veins charged in anticipation of the moment she would feel his bite.
She craved it even more than her next breath.
His tongue brushed lightly over her sensitive skin, followed by the low, strangled-sounding rumble of the curse he bit out as his mouth retreated. His fingers continued to move in her hair with surprising delicacy, extricating the pins that had held her bun in place before it came apart on the bed. When he finished, he turned her back around to face him.
“After you.” He indicated the tub full of refreshed water and inviting bubbles.
Willow couldn’t contain her smile. Taking his hand for support, she stepped into the tub and slowly dropped into the frothy, warm water. Razor stepped in after her, his big body crowding the small space and sending some of the suds sloshing over the edge.
He sat facing her on the opposite end, his long,glyph-covered legs bent, knees sticking out of the thick layer of bubbles. Reaching for her, he pulled her forward until she was on his lap straddling him. “That’s better.”
His erect cock rubbed against her as he cupped her face and pulled her into another dizzying kiss. She wrapped her arms around his bulky shoulders and neck, giving in to the consuming taste of his mouth on hers. They’d just had each other yet there was no denying the arousal still burning between them.
Willow reached down and positioned him where she wanted him, then sank down onto his shaft.
“This is even better,” she said around his pleasured moan.
“Oh, yeah.” He caged her in his arms as she began to move on him.
What began as slow, unrushed strokes quickly burned into something uncontrollable. They made love again and again, until the water began to cool once more and the bubbles were nothing but a memory.
Then they took their time caressing and soaping each other’s bodies. Willow had never been shown such tender care or affection. That it came on the heels of explosive, insatiable passion only made her all the more aware of the fact that she was falling fast and hard for Razor.
Worse than that, she realized. She had already fallen.
Tonight had only left no room for doubt.
CHAPTER 19
Razor awoke in bed with Willow the next morning, her head nestled into the crook of his shoulder, her soft breaths warm against his neck as she slept.
He couldn’t recall the last time he’d slept for hours straight, let alone with a female beside him. Not that Willow could be lumped into the same category as any of his random hookups over the years. She had ruined him for anyone else, and not simply because making love to her had been the most intense experience of his life. It hadn’t taken being inside her last night—multiple times—for him to be certain of one thing.
Willow Valcourt was his.
His heart and body knew it. Hell, even his blood knew it, with or without the bond that would lock her destiny with his.
Unfortunately, as incredible as last night had been, he’d let his selfish needs get in the way of the truth he owed her. He couldn’t pretend she belonged to him in any way until he’d cleared his conscience about his surveillance work for Theo Collier.
Too bad he hadn’t found the self-control—or the honor—to do the right thing before he’d pounced on her like a lust-filled animal.
Guilt pricked him as he savored the feel of her sleeping so peacefully in his arms. She had been as ravenous as him last night. It was damned hard to have any regrets when the memory of her gasping his name as he made her come so many times he’d lost count was still fresh in every overheated cell in his body.
His cock twitched back to eager life as their hours of mind-blowing sex replayed in his mind.
