“Lean forward a little,” he said.
He grabbed a plastic cup from the ledge, filled it with water, and poured it over my hair. Then, he reached for the shampoo bottle, lathering the soap between his palms before working his fingers into my scalp.
The sharp scent of peppermint filled the steam as he massaged slow circles from my temples to the base of my skull. Gentle pressure, over and over, finding every knot and easing it loose.
My eyelids drifted shut. The only sounds were the soft lap of water and his breathing, deep and even behind me.
He rinsed the soap away, his fingertips dragging down the nape of my neck, tracing the water's path over my shoulders and down to my waist. I melted into his touch, letting out a relieved moan.
He went still. Then, I felt him through the warm water. The hard press of him swelling against my lower back.
"Ignore it," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my ear. "I can't help it. You make a sound like that and my body just reacts."
I turned my head, brushing my cheek against his jaw. The coarse stubble scraped my skin, dragging a slow, delicious burn down the side of my neck. A shiver went through me.
"I don't want to ignore it."
"Then I won't," he promised quietly. "But let me finish taking care of you first."
He filled the cup again and tilted my head back. Water streamed through my hair as his fingers worked the remaining soap free. When it ran clear, he gathered the wet strands and draped them over one shoulder, exposing my neck. His mouth pressed there.
I melted against him. My body felt loose, heavy, and safe in a way it hadn't in weeks. The water lapped gently against the sides of the tub.
As I shifted, my shoulder blade brushed his left arm. The muscle there was still tight, corded with tension.
"Is the heat helping your shoulder?" I asked.
His hand slid from my hip, gliding up my stomach, until his palm cupped my breast. His thumb dragged across my nipple, then pinched it.
My breath hitched.
He leaned in, his mouth hovering at my ear.
"The warm water takes the edge off," he murmured, his gravelly voice sending a shiver down my spine. "But you know what would actually help?"
He pulled me backward, seating me fully in his lap. The thick, hot press of his cock settled firmly between my thighs.
“Being inside you.”
My eyes fluttered shut.
“Then let me help,” I breathed.
twenty-five
. . .
BROCK
My hand slid down her wet stomach and dipped under the warm water. She spread her thighs right away. I pressed my thumb firm against her clit, rubbing slow, hard circles over that sensitive little nub.
Her breath hitched. She tipped her head back, her hips rocking up.
“Fuck, right there,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my forearm.
I wanted to make her come right there in the tub, but the way she was grinding against me was driving me crazy. I needed to be inside her bad.
“Sienna,” I rasped. “We can’t do this here. Let’s get out, please.”
