His broad shoulders shake with silent laughter as he takes the bottle from me and sets it aside. “It isn’t for me.”
My stomach does a flip-flop-thud. “Hmm. I know we didn’t put a label on this thing between us, but I’m not a fan of sharing you with other women.”
He grins animatedly, flashing his obscene dimples at me. “When I bought the cookie, I also bought the polish for you.”
I glance at my fingernails. “You don’t like this peach color?”
“Oh, I love it. But I have a little fantasy I was hoping you’d fill for me with that color polish.” His hands find the hem of my top. “Arms up. You should be naked too.”
I comply, and he pulls it over my head, then moves on to my bottoms. Sure, I could do this myself. But I’m a giver at heart. If he wants to undress me, it would be rude of me to object.
“What kind of fantasy?” I ask as he leads me into the tub by my hand.
After wordlessly directing me to sit between his legs and rest my back against his chest, he whispers into my ear. “I want to see how sexy your hand looks wrapped around my cock with your fingernails in harlot red.”
His words electrify me, which is hazardous since we’re soaking in liquid. “Oh.”
“And I want your toes painted in that same slutty red when I have your feet on my shoulders.”
“Oh.”
I’m one of the great orators of our time.
He kisses my ear, then moves to the other side of my neck. “In fact, do you still have that ankle bracelet you used to wear?”
Hearing the gruffness blend with the velvet in his tone while this close to my eardrum might cause a spontaneous orgasm.
“I haven’t worn an anklet in ages.”
“Pity. I’ll have to get you a new one. That’ll complete my fantasy. I’ve lost count of how many times over the years I’ve fucked my fist while envisioning it.”
Considering how long it’s been since I bothered with most jewelry, I can’t help but ask, “How long have you had this fantasy?”
“You want the truth?”
“I’m offended you even need to ask.”
His laugh rumbles from deep in his chest, vibrating along my spine. “The first time was the night I came home from college. You had on a silver ankle bracelet. Sexy bare feet and that damn red toenail polish.Fuck, I wanted to sneak you into my room that night so badly.”
If he’s being honest, I can too. “I thought about knocking on your door a dozen times.”
“I wish you had. Instead, I made myself come twice in an attempt to banish the mental image. Knowing you were in the room beside me made it even hotter. No matter how many times I came, it wasn’t enough.”
I’m so glad we’re in a bathtub. Otherwise, he’d probably be able to see the wet spot between my legs.
As if he’s aiming to give me a hands-free orgasm, he growls against my neck. “It was never enough, cookie.”
I peek over my shoulder at him. “Remind me to tell you my anklet size later so we can see if the real thing holds a candle.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I have no doubt it’ll be even better.”
I rest my head against his chest, sinking lower into the water. “You’re a charmer.”
From behind me, I sense his frame relax. “Nope. Just a man in love.”
We unwind together, lazing in warm, bubbly nirvana. It’s precisely what I needed after this arduous day.
The water is the perfect temperature to soothe every muscle in my body. And having Reed with me, loving me this way, does the same thing to my heart.
