"The clothes are not helping," I explained. Laney put her hands over her breasts, but then slowly stood on shaky legs and turned to me. I unzipped her skirt and caught her bottoms, pulling them both down and tossing the rest of her clothing out. Laney was fully naked, my head inches from her bare pussy. I hated how despite the dark situation that got us here, my body reacted. My mind responded. I looked her up and down, and for the first time in the light, I was seeing all of Laney.
Her arms were still crossed, and cautiously, I reached up and tugged on them to lower. She was beautiful.I'd loved her body in the dark, but now, she was breathtaking.
"I'm cold."
Her words gave me a chuckle, and I stood, heading to the front of the bath. "Let's get you fresh, hot water and maybe some bubbles or something." I drained the tub and began to fill it again. I was nervous when turning to look for the bubble bath, scared that the ghost would return, but she didn't, and I turned back and dumped the floral-smelling soap into the water. It began to lather and bubble immediately, and soon Laney was surrounded by bubbles and sinking into the hot bath, looking less blue and more flushed pink.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked as I sat on the edge of the bath and watched her.
I shrugged. "Nothing compared to what you were. The adrenaline kept me warm." I grinned. "But I might be a little chilly." I dipped my hand in the bath, reaching for her foot. "Can you feel your toes yet?"
She moaned as I began to massage her foot. "Getting there."
My cock hardened as I watched her breasts rise and fall under the water. They were slick and shiny and I wanted to kiss them, bite them, leave marks on them, and claim her as mine.
"Priest." Laney's voice brought me out of my lustful thoughts. "Do you want to take a bath? Your hand is freezing."
"Is that an invite?"
She sat up, pulling her foot from my hands. "Priest!"
"What?" I laughed. "I'm not a bath guy, but if I have a toy to play with, I might be inclined to get in the bubbles.”
She put her hands over her face. "You're terrible."
"You're still not saying no." I stood, then and pulled off my shirt. Laney's eyes drifted over my muscles, tracing each line, right down to the…
I made a mistake.
She couldn't see the tattoo on my lower hips. She'd know the truth about last night then. My stomach tightened, and I reached for my pants. Laney turned her head quickly and relief flooded me. Still bashful, thank fucking Christ.
"Don't look," I warned, teasing her.Even though she was turned away, I could feel her rolling her eyes.
"Just get in the bath."
I stripped and went behind her. She shifted forward, and slowly, I slid into the oversized bath. I pulled her between my legs and hugged her to my chest.
"Oh!" She let out a small gasp as our bodies collided. In an instant, my cock was rock hard and pressing against her. I rested my head on her shoulder and reached for a wash rag.
"The soap makes the skin so slick," I whispered, and taking the rag, I ran it over her shoulder, down her arm. "But I love how it feels." I kissed her neck, and she relaxed into me.
"Priest." Her eyes closed, and she lightly pushed my hand off her thigh. "I have to tell you?—"
"I heard. This morning, as I was saving you from that bastard. You've had sex." My hand drifted up to her breast, cupping it in my hand. I rolled her nipple between my fingers. "How was it?"
"It hurt," she admitted. "But... I see why people like it so much."
I chuckled as I continued to tease her nipple and nuzzle her neck. "Oh yeah? Do you think you'll do it again soon?"
"Maybe. You aren't mad?"
"Should I be? You kept saying you were holding off, and now, you're free to play, am I wrong?"
"I don't know. It feels..."
"Good. It feels good, doesn't it?" I interjected. I reached my other hand around to tease the other breast. "You can deny it all you want, but you like it when I touch you. Did your lover from last night make you feel this way?"
"No," she moaned. "With him, I was nervous. With you, it's..."
