“Bedtime already?” she says innocently.
“Not quite.” I take her through the bedroom and into the en suite bathroom with the Japanese soaking tub that sits in front of a big, dark window. I turn on the taps and water flows into the tub.
“Oooh, nice.”
“Let’s get these off you.” I move up close and undo the top button of her pajama shirt. Then the next one. And the next. And I slide the silky fabric off her shoulders and down her arms.
Fuck. I’ll never see her like this and not be struck dumb. She’s so goddamn gorgeous it hurts me.
The pajama bottoms slither down her legs easily and she’s naked and exquisite. Steam begins to curl around us.
She steps onto the small wooden step next to the tub, then turns to me. “Are you coming in?”
“Do you want me to?”
She curls a hand around the back of my neck and pulls my face down to hers to press a kiss on my mouth. “Yes.” Then she steps into the tub and lowers herself into the water. “Wow, this is deep.”
I move over to a glass shelf on the wall where a selection of bath products sits. I survey the options. “Bubbles? Or bath salts?”
“Ohhhh. I can’t choose.”
“Bath salts are supposed to be good for muscles.” I choose one and read the label to her. “‘Feels harmonizing, peaceful, supportive. Smells floral, herbaceous, citrusy.’”
“That sounds amazing.”
I pour the crystals under the faucet and the water foams up, releasing a seductive scent. Nikki leans back in the tub and stretches her legs out. Christ, she should do advertising for this brand of tub. Her dark hair sits in a messy knot on top of her head, tendrils escaping around her face, her slender arms resting on the sides of the freestanding tub. She smiles up at me, a sexy, drowsy curve of her lips.
I go back downstairs to get our wine glasses and when I return the water is pretty deep, so I shut it off. I set the glasses on the small table next to the tub. Then I find a bottle of body wash the same scent as the bath salts, and suds up a cloth. One by one I wash Nikki’s feet, her legs, then arms. I have her lean forward so I can leisurely wash her back, then carefully draw the cloth over her chest, unable to resist the temptation of cupping her tits through the cloth and rubbing. She makes soft little noises of pleasure.
Done washing her, I stand and pull my hoodie over my head. Her gaze tracks over my chest and down to the front of my sweatpants, and one side of her mouth curls into a little smirk. I grip my cock with one hand through the fabric and her smirk disappears, lips parting, eyes darkening.
“You want this,” I say in a low voice.
“Yes.”
Patience, I tell my dick. I shove my sweatpants down my legs and step out of them, and I join her in the tub, moving behind her to lean against the sloped back and shifting her between my outstretched legs. “I like this,” I say. “Deep enough for me, even.”
She settles in against me and I reach for our wine.
“Look out the window,” she says, her body tightening against mine. “It’s still snowing.”
“It sure is.” I peer out into what appears to be a blizzard.
“We might be snowed in here.” Her voice is wobbly.
I bind her closer in my arms. “We’re safe here, Nikki.”
She doesn’t respond and I’m afraid she doesn’t believe me.
“You’re safe with me,” I add in a low voice.
“I know.” She curls a hand around my arm and squeezes.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
After a few seconds she softens against me, then sips her wine. “I’m sorry I was cranky earlier.”
I smile. “You were a little grumpy. Thanks for the apology.”
