Page 161 of A Legacy of the Light

I take a step forward. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Tavish,” I reply and slip my hand into his.

He laughs softly and leads me into the bathroom, where I’m met with steam and the smell of jasmine.

“You ran me a bath?” I ask.

“I ran us a bath,” he corrects. I turn and kiss him once before climbing into the tub, trying and failing to keep the grin off my lips.

The delicious warmth of the water wraps around me as I sink into it. I pull my knees to my chest and sit at one end of the tub and wait for Tavish to join me.

“Is the temperature okay?” he asks, stepping into the water and settling at the other end.

I lay my head on my knees. “It’s perfect.”

“Turn around and come here,” he commands softly. I comply and he parts his legs so I can nestle between them. When I rest my head on his shoulder, he entwines our fingers together in the water. I close my eyes and relish in the moment. In the quiet and comfort he gives me. I was right about the tub being big enough for two.

He shuffles us down in the water, so more of him is submerged, and I giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” I can hear the smile in his voice behind me.

“Your dick is tickling my back.”

The water ripples around us as we laugh together.

After a few minutes, he grabs a washcloth from the stool kept next to the bath and lathers some soap into it. Starting at my chest, Tavish washes my upper body, using his strong fingers to massage my neck and shoulders. He spends longer than necessary on my breasts and I move to the side to lift my eyebrows at him in question. He responds with a chaste kiss to my lips and moves the washcloth down my arms and across my stomach.

“No one has ever washed me before,” I say.

“Then it’s my honor to be your first, my lady,” Tavish quips.

I pinch the soft skin on the inside of his thigh and he grips my wrists in turn. I look up at him and grin. He kisses the tip of my nose and I try to wiggle free.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Hmmm . . .” I pretend to consider. He moves to grasp my hands in one of his, and wraps the other around my waist, pulling his chest flush against my back. He’s hard for me.

“Please say no,” he whispers in my ear and gently bites my lobe.

I half-laugh, half-moan against him as the arm that was wrapped around me trails lower, between my legs.

He strokes and teases my clit until my legs tremble. Then he pins them to the side of the tub with his strong legs, and relentlessly drives me crazy with each pass of his fingers over my sensitive skin.

“I can’t,” I whimper, knowing he’s trying to get me to come again. Tavish grips my hands tighter in one of his, holding me at his mercy.

“So you want me to stop?” he challenges, and stops. My body immediately yearns for him and his touch. The promise of another orgasm makes me push my hips into his waiting palm.

“I didn’t think so,” he smiles against my neck. “Give me one more.”

It doesn’t take me long to fall over the edge, much to my surprise.

Six times. Six times, Tavish has played my body so expertly that I have been powerless to stop wave after wave of mind-altering pleasure.

When I sag against him, truly spent, he kisses my forehead and says, “Good girl,” before he continues washing my body like nothing ever happened.

We finish our bath, and Tavish snaps his fingers to summon a robe from his own room. We sit together on the sofa in front of the fire and watch as the sun sets behind the mountains.

I sip from a mug of tea in one hand, the other is laced with Tavish’s. He rubs his thumb back and forth across my knuckles as we bask in the new dynamic between us. When the last of the sun dips toward the horizon, he turns to look at me, the gold flecks in his eyes dancing in the fading light.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave.”