“Don’t splash me then.”
“Oh, it’s my fault is it?”
“Absolutely.”
He slides his hands into his waistband and starts inching his sweats down. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Joining you.”
“I don’t remember inviting you.”
He huffs out air, like I’m exhausting and I grin, the action reminding me of little Stella. “I told you I was going to take care of you tonight. How can I do that if I’m not in the gigantic tub with you? It was made for two, you know?”
I do know and I do not want to think about who else he’s slipped into this tub with.
He kicks off his pants, and my gaze instantly goes to his erection. “That’s going to be in the way,” I say and that pulls another laugh from him and honestly, I love the way this man gets hard for me.
“It’s not like I have any control over that traitorous bastard,” he jokes. “But don’t worry, I’m a grown man and not everything is about sex.”
Not everything is about sex?
Wait, what? Isn’t that what our entire relationship is based on? As I mull that over, he gestures with a nod.
“Lean forward.”
I shift in the tub and the water level goes up as he slips in behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me back against his chest, and I let loose a long sigh, the last of the tension from the night easing from my body.
“This is…perfect,” I say quietly.
“Close your eyes and relax.”
I do as he says and he goes quiet, his warm fingers trailing along my arms, and gently massaging the knots in my shoulders. His breath falls over me, and my body feels so heavy and peaceful, I’m sure I could fall asleep.
He dips his hands back into the water, cups it in his hands, and pours it over my throat and chest, warming the parts of me that are exposed.
“Mmm,” I murmur.
His hands move to my hair, and he gives my scalp a gentle massage as he soothes the damp strands back. My body moves slightly as his chest rises and falls against my back, the rhythmic action lulling me to sleep.
I don’t know how long I was out, but the next thing I know, Tuck is standing and pulling me up with him.
“Hey,” he says quietly as he turns to me, a small smile on his face.
“I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”
“I wanted you to.”
I nod, sleepy, and he steps from the tub and helps me out. The next thing I know he’s drying me with a big fluffy towel, and when he sinks to his knees, I put my hands on his shoulders to stay upright. He meticulously dries me and then wraps me up and carries me to his bed. I slide in and my eyes are heavy as he dries himself.
“I need to set the alarm, not only so I’m up and out of here before the boys wake up, but they also have hockey tomorrow.”
“No, you’re up early every morning. I’ll get up and go to the other room.”
“But…how does that make sense?”
“If they ask, and I doubt they’ll even know, I’ll tell them I gave you my room so you could use the tub.”
I glance down, my mind sleepy. “I hate lying.”
