She attempted to move on his lap, but he snaked an arm around her middle, holding her tightly as water and foam sloshed over the side of the bath.
One large arm wrapped around her waist held her against his chest, his lips brushing against her ear. The heat of his body seeped into her, the warm water lapping against her skin combining to make her muscles relax.
She was safe now. She had never felt safer in her life than she did right now.
In Domik’s arms.
He passed her one of the glasses, and she lifted it to his. “To a long life together,” she said as she tapped her glass against his.
“Yes,” he said with a small smile, that dimple that teased her so peeking out to show itself.
She took a long pull of the wine; the bubbles bursting on her tongue. Moaning, she savored the feel and let her head fall back against Domik’s chest.
He settled back, and she slid between his legs, his knees on either side of her and his strong thighs caging her in. She rested her arms on his legs and traced her fingers over his skin.
He put his glass down and reached for the bottle of shampoo to one side, squeezing some into his hand and lathering her scalp. She moaned at the feel of his hands as they massaged her head.
“That feels so good.”
A wicked chuckle tickled her ear. “Just wait until I get you into that bed. Then I’ll really make you feel good.”
She laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. No, years.
Warning her to keep her eyes shut, he lifted his hands and poured water over her scalp to rinse the shampoo from her hair.
He took a cloth and squeezed body wash onto it, then gently brushed it over the back of her neck, slowly sliding down to her shoulders and along her arms to her fingers. Goosebumps followed in the wake of his hand, and she swayed back, leaning against him with her eyes closed as he took her hand in his.
He washed every part of her so gently she wouldn’t have believed he was capable of it if she hadn’t witnessed it herself.
When he was done, she stood, the water around her calves, and turned to look down at him. Her breath caught as her eyes trailed over his bronzed skin, the bubbles from the bath decorating his chest. His hair was wet, and he lifted a hand to push it back from his face. The muscles in his arms bunched as he did, and CJ couldn’t have stopped the groan that slipped from her lips if she’d tried.
“My turn,” she said with a cheeky grin.
