If everything is as it should be, where the hell is—
The languid sound of moving water reaches my ears, and my head snaps toward the bathroom door. Straining my ears, I listen for it again.There. A breath of relief rushes past my lips. Careful to keep my steps silent, I stalk closer and peer through the narrow crack between the door.
Inside is a naked Leticia, hunched forward in the large copper bathtub.
A molten flame of need drips down my spine, and my heartbeat quickens inside my chest. The air is thick with steam, obscuring my vision, but I’m able to make out the curve of her spine and the water droplets forming on her bronze skin.
She’s yet to notice me.
Biting my fist, I stifle my groan when she releases a soft sigh, hugging her knees closer to her chest.
My cock twitches inside my pants, eager for a taste of the woman laid out before me. Does she have any idea how exquisite she is? Unlikely. Leticia’s always considered herself an ugly duckling, blind to her own beauty thanks to the mistreatment she’s suffered at the hands of assholes like Maxim Sidorov. If she only knew…
Pushing the door open, I step inside.
My steps are silent against the tile floor. Rolling up my sleeves, I remove my watch, tucking it inside my pants pocket, before crouching down beside the copper basin.
Retrieving the washcloth from the tub’s edge, I squeeze on a generous amount of soap and dip it into the water before bringing it up to the nape of Leticia’s neck.
She stiffens but makes no move to turn. I take her silence as an invitation. With slow and sure strokes, I wash her back, running the cloth up and down the gentle curve of her spine before washing the backs of her arms.
With each stroke of the cloth across her skin, the tension melts from Leticia’s body, leaving her soft and pliant. Reaching around her body, I run the cloth with gentle caresses along her collarbone before dipping down to clean first one breast, and then the other.
She doesn’t admonish me as I expect. Emboldened, I continue my perusal of her body and move my attention lower, skating the cloth along her abdomen. Still, she does not rebuke me.
Anticipation thrums inside my veins, my need mounting further. Peering over her shoulder, the warm water lapping at the stiff peaks of her nipples transfixes my gaze.
My mouth waters.
Traveling further south, I skate my hand over her mound. Once. Twice. On the third stroke, I cup her center, pressing the washcloth against the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden there.
She hisses, a sharp exhale of breath, but before she can comment, I move, retreating away from her clit to clean between the apex of her thighs.
Blood pounds in my ears.
It’s been two hours since I felt her heat against my fingertips, and already I want to feel it again. The temptation to throw the washcloth aside and sink my fingers into her pussy, to find her wet and wanting and know that it’s her desire for me that causes it, damn near consumes me.
For a suspended moment, neither of us moves.
“Andres—“ The sound of my name on her lips nearly undoes me.
But, Leticia’s virtue is not only important to her. It is important to me, too.
I’ve always prided myself as a man of control, but Leticia Castro has always been the one woman capable of causing me to lose it. My need for her is too great for just a taste.
Setting the washcloth aside, I adjust my position, doing my best to ignore the almost painful erection straining against the seam of my pants. With a muttered curse, I reach for the small cup on the tub’s edge before pressing my free hand beneath Leticia’s chin.
Obediently, she tilts her head back, and I gently rinse the soap from her skin.
Leticia licks her lips, her eyes fluttering closed, only to fly open again.
“Look at me, princesa.”
A beautiful blush steals across her cheeks. She tries to turn away, but my thumb and forefinger hold her chin in place.
“Relax.”
Biting her lip, she does as I’ve commanded and tilts her head back once again, her gaze tracking my movements while I carefully pour water over the long tresses of her dark brown hair. With her hair soaked, I grab the shampoo and work it into a rich lather.
