“Now there’s an outfit,” he said.
She looked down at her peach and cream lace and satin bra and panties, and the heels she still wore. She sat on the bed and lifted her foot for him to remove her shoe. He took one shoe off, then massaged her foot.
“Oh, God, that feels so good.”
“You were on your feet all day.” He took the other shoe off, holding the stiletto heel in his hand. “How do you women walk in these things?”
“We make sacrifices for the sake of beauty and to make our legs look good.”
He tossed the shoe to the floor and rubbed her foot. “You could wear bunny slippers and your legs would look smokin’ hot.”
He moved from one foot to the other, and the combined pain and pleasure was so good it was better than any foreplay.
“You could do that for an hour or so and I won’t complain.”
“You need a hot bath. You’re probably exhausted.”
“What about the sex?”
He grinned. “We’ll get to it.”
He started into the bathroom.
“Drew. Wait.”
“What?”
“I’ll agree to the hot bath, but only if you take it with me.”
“I’ll take it with you, but only if there are no bubbles in there.”
She laughed. “Deal.”
She followed him into the bathroom. She loved her oversize tub with the jets. She sat on the side and turned it on.
“You’ll probably enjoy the bath, too.”
“I’ll like being in there with you. Naked.”
She shook her head. “Men and their one-track minds.”
“Blame the penis.”
He got undressed, and Carolina shed her underwear and put her hair up. By then the tub was mostly filled, so Drew held her hand while she climbed in. He got in behind her. The water was hot and enticing, and Drew was right. This was exactly what she needed after a long, stress-filled day. Warm water, the jets billowing around her aching body, and the man she loved giving her a magnificent shoulder rub.
“So how does it feel?” he asked.
“Mmm,” she said. “It feels fabulous.”
Drew laughed. “No, not the shoulder massage, though I’m glad that feels good. I meant how does it feel to be a success?”
“Oh. Well, I’m not a success yet. But I feel like I could get there.” She turned around to face him, wrapping her legs around him. “For the first time, I have a confidence I’ve never had before, a belief in myself I’ve never felt before. I mean, I always thought I could do this. I believed in my designs, otherwise I would have never put my reputation on the line like that. But to have the reception that I had today. I don’t know, Drew. That, I didn’t expect.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You need to believe in yourself more. You’re a fucking rock star, Miss Preston.”
Her lips curved. “I like the sound of that. Maybe I should put that on my business cards.”
He leaned back in the tub. “Would look good on there.”
She followed him, climbing onto his lap, then grabbed the sponge, dipping it into the water. She wrung it out over his chest, then smoothed it over his shoulders.
His cock began to grow hard underneath her, which made her smile.
“You’re just way too easy.”
“And you’re naked and slippery, and your * is moving back and forth on my dick. What did you expect?”
She let the sponge drop into the water, then lifted her fingers up, letting droplets fall over the top of his head. He laughed, shook his head back and forth, water spraying her.
Then he pulled her against him, kissing her until everything on her was throbbing. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, her nipples tightening to hard, aching peaks.
And when she dipped her hand in the water and reached for his cock, fitting it at her *, he grasped her wrist.
“Lina. I don’t have a condom on.”
“And I love you. You love me. I assume that means we’re committed to each other. I’m on the pill and I never have sex with anyone without them wearing protection.”
He stared at her, his gaze clear and dead serious. “Neither do I. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. I haven’t been with anyone else but you since that night I walked in here when Gray invited me over.”
That made her stomach tumble. “Drew.”
“I just want you to be sure.”
“Very sure. I want you inside me right now.” She lifted, then slid over his cock, watching his expression change, the way his gaze turned to molten desire as he looked at her.
“Christ, Lina, you feel good. This feels so good.”
She moved against him, feeling every inch of him expanding inside her.
“Fuck. Not like this,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her out of the water.
He stepped out of the tub, her legs wrapped around him, and laid her down on the thick carpet on the floor next to the tub.
“I want to feel you. Just you. Your heat and the wetness of your *.” He plunged inside her, and she arched against him.