She pulled him toward the bedroom. His cock twitched, anticipated their destination. He didn’t want to play games. She’d made it clear where they stood. What the hell had he been thinking to come up here? They’d steal another night, and then what?
“Jess, no. Not like this. I can’t do this tonight.” Even as the words left his mouth he knew they were bullshit. He’d been dying for her for days. He’d take a stolen night over not ever having her again.
Jessa never hesitated. She pulled him past the bed and into the bathroom. Steam rose from the large bathtub, filling the room with a balmy thickness that fogged the mirror.
“Arms up,” she ordered.
Garrett shifted his feet, his muscles already anticipating the water’s heat. He lifted his arms and bent forward to make it easier for her to remove his shirt.
“You’ve been working so hard. I’ve been selfish these last few days.” She dropped his shirt and cupped his face. Her gaze was direct, intense. “I’m sorry, Garrett. It seems I can’t stay away from you.”
Her delicate lips whispered over his mouth and he fought not to take control. He didn’t want to do anything to break the spell she’d woven around him.
“I’ve missed you. Your smile, your hands … your tongue.” The belt of her robe fell away. “I’m going to make it up to you. Tonight, I’m going to take care of you for a change.” She raised a hand to cut off his retort. “No arguments.”
Garrett hadn’t planned to argue. He was more interested in the naked flesh she revealed as her robe slid from her shoulders. “What do you plan to do?”
A rich, husky laugh escaped her throat. “Bath, massage, food. Maybe a little hanky-panky.” She wagged her eyebrows.
Garrett smiled as the dark mood that had plagued him the last few days finally eased off.
“Ahhh, there’s my gorgeous man. I wondered where he went.”
He tried not to make too much of her referring to him as hers, but the words had his heart pumping overtime.
She bent to remove his shoes and socks. Her hair felt like silk between his fingers. He pinched the clip that held it in place and tossed it aside as the mass of gorgeous waves spilled over her shoulders. Her eyes looked up at him, filled with kindness and compassion.
Holy hell, she was beautiful.
Jessa rose up on her tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I like the way you look at me.”
His stomach rolled as she toyed with his waistband. “How’s that?”
She dodged his mouth and pushed his shorts down his legs. “Like you enjoy what you see. Now, in you go,” she said, pointing to the tub.
“I definitely enjoy what I see. I’m also kind of enjoying this bossy side of you. Aren’t you getting in with me?”
She shoved him forward. “You get in first. Do you need another beer?”
He arched a brow, wondering how she’d known he’d been drinking. “No, I’ve already had enough. But, thanks.” His plan to get drunk was forgotten in lieu of much more pleasurable pursuits.
She nodded and maneuvered him to the tub. He didn’t even try to stifle the groan that escaped his throat as the warm water melted into his skin.
“Is it too hot?”
He scanned her naked flesh. “It’s perfect.”
Jessa tossed a towel on the floor and knelt next to him. She cupped the sides of his head, her fingers massaging his scalp. He moaned with pleasure. “That feels amazing.”
“We’re just getting started.”
As her hands worked their magic, Garrett finally relaxed. His muscles loosened and the weight on his shoulders eased.
Jessa’s hands worked down his neck in tender strokes. She caressed his chest, his stomach. When she reached under the water and took his engorged cock in her hand, Garrett sighed. Her slender fingers wrapped around his length and stroked him from root to tip.
Fucking heaven.
She reached down and cupped his balls. “Don’t you dare come in the bathwater, Garrett,” she admonished. “I still have to wash your hair.”
Like hell. She was ten seconds from being pulled into the tub with him. Five, if she kept touching him like that.