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“But I’m trying to wash you.”

“Yeah, well, he’s trying to say hello while you’re down there. Now don’t be rude. Say hi. He’s missed you.” His chest shakes with silent laughter.

I am not amused.

I try to stand, but when I pull my hand from Heath’s grip, the mat that I’m standing on, slips out from underneath me making me lurch forward. Because I can’t brace myself, I land in Heath’s lap, in the water and right on his dick.

“Ah, fuck,” Heath moans as he all but jack knifes me off his dick. The water rocks at his movements traveling further up his chest then it should.

“Your incision is getting wet,” I sputtering water all over his face. I try to scramble off his lap, I can’t seem to find my footing and my face lands in the water again.

His eyes squeeze tight, and his nostrils flare, “Babe,” he grunts. “I don’t have the strength to lift you. Calm down before you do any more damage. Stop for a minute.”

I do as he says and he adjusts his body in the tub, allowing me to push myself up into the sitting position next to him. “Sorry.” I try to smooth the hair from my face.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” His eyes dance over my face. I feel the water running down the length of my nose, dripping from the ends. I’m sure my mascara is running because my eyes are starting to burn. “The most beautiful woman my eyes have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” he continues with his compliments even though I’m sure I’m a mess.

“Heath,” I whisper his name while I blink my eyes trying to elevate the burn from both my makeup and the tears that are threatening to spill.

“I love you, Whitney.” He sits up slowly and then pushes himself closer to me. He brings his arm up, cupping my face. His eyes are so intense as emotions swirl. The bathroom is in complete silence, only the occasional drips of water breaks the stillness, and the air crackles between us. “I love you so damn much.”

The water sloshes as he leans closer, capturing my lips with his. Butterflies run rampant in my stomach. I open my mouth to him. Keeping the connection, I gather myself to my knees before gently bringing my leg over him and setting myself on his lap. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he forces my hips to rotate on his lap.

“Heath,” my breath dances against his lips. I raise my hands, placing them on his shoulders and giving him a gentle push back. “We can’t do this,” I say before I pull back. “You can’t get your heart rate up like that. It’s not safe.”

“I don’t care.” His lips meet mine again, deepening his kiss. “We’ll go slowly.” He nips at my lip, pulling it between his teeth. “Keep rocking, baby. Please. Don’t stop rocking.”

And I don’t.