Born of Fire

Deciding it would probably be less embarrassing to get undressed while he was gone, she quickly disrobed and hid herself beneath the mountain of bubbles that stretched the length of the tub.

Syn returned with their glasses and the bottle of wine. The moment he saw her in the tub, he let out an irritated grunt. “Hey . . . You were supposed to wait on me.”

She pouted at him. “I’m sorry. I wanted to watch you undress.”

He set the glasses down on the edge of the tub beside her. “I’d rather you undress me.”

Reaching out, she grabbed him by the waist of his pants and pulled him into the tub on top of her. “Glad to oblige.”

“Shahara!” There was no missing the irritation in his tone. “I’m glad you want me this way, but you could have gotten out of the tub first.”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not,” he said with a sigh. “But these are the only clothes I have and you’ve soaked me all the way to my boots.”

Laughter bubbled up through her as she realized what she’d done. “I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are.” Grimacing, he tossed his boots over the side where they landed with a soggy thud.

She grabbed his shirt by the hem and pulled it off over his head, then tossed it to land beside his boots. His pants and socks quickly followed.

“Now where were we?” he asked, crawling toward her on all fours.

Giggling, Shahara pressed herself back against the cold marble. He placed his arms on either side of her and gave her a hungry kiss that set her heart pounding. Water splashed against her body in a warm, sensual rhythm that only accentuated the heat of his lips. Moaning in pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him close.

As he started to pull her away from her position, she grabbed his hands. “Wait.”

He cocked his brow curiously. “What?”

A wicked smile curved her lips. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.

Moving over, she pressed him against the tub where she’d been. “You’re mine to toy with,” she said in a deep husky voice.

“What do you mean?”

She spread his arms out and placed them on the edge of the tub. “You heard me, love slave.”

“You’re being silly.” His eyes darkened. “But I’m loving every minute of it.”

“Good. Now be quiet and obey.”

“Yes, mistress.” Syn marveled at her as she reached for a bath sponge and soap. She lathered it up well, then returned to bathe his neck and chest. Her soft hands glided over his body in a way that nearly drove him mad. It took all his control to keep his hands where she’d placed them. In fact, the only way he could keep them still was to grip the edge so fiercely that his knuckles ached.

As she worked in slow circles lower and lower over his chest and abdomen, he thought he might die from his need for her. With a wicked laugh, she lowered the sponge to his cock. His entire body jerked in pleasure as her fingers stroked and teased his sensitive flesh.

“You’re killing me, woman,” he said between clenched teeth. He moved to draw her into a hug.

“No.” She pushed him back. “You’re mine, remember?”

Clenching his teeth, he returned his hands to the rim and decided that this would definitely kill him.

But if he had to die, he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

She started bathing him again. Her fingers sliding over and under him. Just when he thought he’d scream, she finally moved her hands down to his legs.

Syn took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Her boldness amazed him. Especially given the fact that only a few weeks ago, she’d never have touched a man so intimately. Let alone one she’d been sent after.

Once she finished with his bath, he reached for the sponge. “My turn.”

“Nope,” she said pushing him away with a laugh. “Remember, you’re my slave. Now be good and return to your station.” And with that she began bathing herself.

Fire beat through him as he watched her hands moving over her own body, touching her own soap-laden breasts. Unable to stand it, he reached for his glass and drained it. Refilling it, he tried to keep his eyes off her, but despite his best effort, he couldn’t.

She lifted one shapely leg and pulled the sponge over the calf, then up her thigh, and then to her . . .

“That’s it,” he groaned. “I can’t take any more.”

She arched a taunting brow and looked at him mischievously. Taking the glass from his hand, she took a sip from the place where he’d been drinking from.

“Lean back,” she ordered one more time.

He did as she commanded.

Instead of pulling away again, she straddled him and set his glass aside. The warmth of her body on his stomach scorched him. As he reached up to bury his hands in her wet hair, she lifted herself and came down on him. A deep moan escaped his throat.

Shahara delighted in the tender pain that crossed his handsome face. She’d never felt so powerful, nor so beautiful. Leaning forward, she brushed his wet hair from his face and gave him a fierce kiss.