The smile I’m giving him turns into a wince when he moves and I’m reminded of how sore I am.
“How bad is it?” he asks while being careful to remain still.
“It’s not that bad,” I say, but when he just raises a brow at me, I add, “Let’s just say you better not laugh at me if I walk funny for the rest of the night. And possibly tomorrow.”
“How about a soak? Think that will help? Some nice hot water while you rest against me and then we can order supper and have it delivered. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” I wince again and then hiss out a breath when he slowly slides out of me. I feel bad because he’s clearly ready for round two while I’m so sore I don’t even think I canmove to close my legs. I just lay splayed out on the bed, unable to move and too sore to care.
His eyes soften when he sees how much pain I’m in, but before he can say the apology I know he’s about to say, I beat him to it and say, “I don’t regret a thing, and I wanted every second of this. I’ll heal in no time and then we’re going to be doing this again, so stop looking sad.” I motion in between my legs. “We just need to break this thing in. She’s not used to getting any action.”
He laughs, even though he still looks worried, and then he leans down so he can kiss the sore, stinging ache from my body. I feel the heat of his breath against my delicate skin as he murmurs words I can’t hear and slowly kisses every inch of my sex with a gentle reverence that makes my eyes water.
“What are you saying?” I ask when he gives me one last kiss before lifting up.
Leaning over, he scoops me into his arms with an ease that reminds me of exactly how strong he is and says, “I was apologizing and promising that I’d make it up to you.”
I grin and rest my head on his shoulder while he carries me into the bathroom and to the large soaking tub that I’m really excited to try out. Being rich does have its perks, and I’m minutes away from sinking into one of them.
He sets me down so he can start the hot water, and I take the opportunity to admire the naked man in front of me. I haven’t had a chance to really study his tattoos, so I let my eyes run over all the ink, noticing the way his muscles flex and tense with every movement he makes.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Van,” he says while he grabs a bottle of vanilla bubble bath. “I bought this for you. I thought you might like it.”
“I do,” I say, breathing in the comforting scent when it rises up from the steamy water. “Thank you for getting it, and ofcourse I’m staring at you. Your body is stunning, and I’m really glad we decided to be naked all weekend.”
He turns his head to grin at me, but the amusement in his eyes quickly turns to something else when his gaze slowly trails down my body. His enjoyment at what he sees is impossible to miss, and when I can’t help but stare at the giant dick jutting out from his body, he gives a deep laugh and holds his hand out for mine.
“Come on, you need to rest. Stop looking at me like you want to ravage my body. You’re making it very hard to behave.”
I step into the large tub, scooting up enough so he can get in behind me. When we’re both sitting and my back is pressed to his chest, I feel him digging into me and say, “Yeah, this’ll make things a lot easier.”
“Well, being near you and not being inside you is always going to be torture now that I know how amazing you feel.” He brushes my wet hair to the side and kisses my shoulder. “It’s a tremendous burden to carry, Van, but I’ll do my best to endure it with dignity.”
I smile and lean into him while he gives me a soft bite and then wraps his arms around me. The hot water starts to work its magic. It loosens my muscles and soothes the ache between my legs while I rest against him. He lazily runs his fingers along my wet chest, stopping to occasionally cup my breast and drag his thumb along my nipple. My eyes drift closed when he grabs the soap and slowly starts to wash me.
His fingers trail along my skin, first washing me and then massaging my muscles so I’m not only clean but also thoroughly relaxed.
“That feels amazing,” I tell him when he angles me so he can rub my bottom and thigh. The side of my face rests against his chest, and I let out a sigh of pure bliss when his fingers dig ina little bit harder, hitting the part of my lower back that always gets sore when I’ve sat hunched over a book for too long.
“It does,” he agrees, sliding his hand down my ass. “Fucking incredible.”
“I’m glad you like my body. You can massage it anytime you want,” I tell him before kissing his chest.
“I’m definitely going to remember that.”
Reaching out, I run my finger over his wet inner forearm, sliding along the Grim Reaper tattoo that I know marks him as a member of his family’s Bratva. I trail along the Russian words beneath it. “What does this mean?”
“Brothers in blood, in life, and in death,” he says.
“Say it in Russian.”
I close my eyes as he effortlessly switches to Russian, the sexy cadence of the language has me turning my face so I can kiss his chest again.
“Interesting,” he muses while I drag my tongue along his skin. “I need to start speaking Russian in front of you more often.”
“It’s not just the Russian,” I tell him. “Everything about you turns me on.”
“You do the same to me, in case you couldn’t tell.”
