I take her hand again, leading her to the tub. “Careful,” I murmur as she steps in, the water rippling around her. She sinks into the heat with a soft sigh, her head tilting back against the edge.
“Are you going to stand there and admire me all night?” she teases.
“That’s the plan.”
Her laugh fills the room, and I lean down to press a kiss to her temple. I sit on the side of the tub, my hand resting on hers. The ice wall glimmers, and outside, the snow continues to fall.
“Well, are you coming in?”
I brush my lips against her knuckles. “Think there’s room for me?”
Rosalina’s eyes gleam with mischief as she shifts forward. “We can manage.”
My heart quickens as I shed my own clothes with far less grace than I’d shown helping her. She watches, her gaze trailing over me appreciatively.
I step into the tub, settling behind her. The water is deliciously warm. It’s no hot springs at Castletree, but it eases the tension from my muscles. Rosalina leans against my chest with a contented sigh, and I wrap my arms around her.
For a long moment, we breathe together, letting the warmth wash over us. I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her skin—lavender. Ahh, well, that makes sense. She had been close to Cas earlier.
I never thought I’d say this, but I’d be content to simply hold her. I’m not sure my Blossom agrees. She arches into my touch. The feeling of her soft body writhing against mine sends an ache of need I’m unable to ignore.
“Rosie.” My cock grows hard.
She must feel it too, because she slides against me.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I say. “Cuddle in the bath? Done. But if you want more…”
She turns her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes are dark, pupils dilated with desire. “Touch me, Day.”
I savor the softness of her skin beneath my palms. Her breath catches as my fingers brush the undersides of her breasts. I cup them, feeling their weight, the way they fit perfectly in my hands.
Rosalina sighs, a soft, needy sound that makes my blood sing. I roll her nipples, teasing them to hardness as she arches into my touch. Her head falls against my shoulder.
I trail kisses along her neck, nipping at her pulse point. Rosie shivers, her hand reaching back to tangle in my hair. The water laps around us as she shifts, pressing herself more firmly against me.
“Day,” she breathes, her voice thick with want.
Now, caressing her stomach, I trace lazy circles on her skin. She parts her legs in invitation, and I groan. I let my fingers dip between her thighs, exploring with featherlight touches.
Rosalina gasps, her hips jerking. I hold her steady with my other arm, my lips brushing her ear. “Relax, love.”
She nods, melting against me. I continue my gentle ministrations, circling her. I keep my movements slow and deliberate, relishing every gasp and shiver.
“Stars,” she moans, “how are you so good at this?” She rocks against my hand, seeking more friction.
I press my lips to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. “I’ve got you. Let go, Rosie. I’ll catch you.”
My fingers move faster. My cock is hard and throbbing, nestled against the curve of her back, but I ignore my own need. Right now, this is about her.
Rosalina’s moans grow more desperate. The water sloshes, spilling over the edge of the tub, but neither of us pays it any mind. I can tell she’s close.
I slide a finger inside her slick heat, groaning at how tight and wet she is. Rosalina cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
“More,” she pants, pushing her hips down to take me deeper. “Please, Day.”
I oblige, slipping a second finger in to join the first. The stretch makes her gasp. I scissor them, savoring the silky texture of her arousal coating my skin. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing circles that make her thighs tremble.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her ear. “Take what you need.”
