He bent and brought his mouth to hers. She expected him to ravish, but he didn’t. He teased her lips with his, stroked and brushed from one corner to the other. His tongue slipped out to map the crease between her lips, pry them apart and slide inside. Still he didn’t plunder. With slow, gentle laps he explored the inside of her mouth. Dipping deeper, he traced her teeth and toyed with her tongue. When she tried to suck him in he eased back and scraped across her teeth again.
Carly moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth, and she opened wider to invite him to explore more but he either didn’t get the hint or chose to ignore it. With a thoroughness that left her dizzy, he worshiped her mouth. Arousal simmered under her skin and she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t take the kiss further. His tongue disappeared and his mouth lifted to brush over hers before he pulled away completely. Her lips clung to his for as long as possible.
The hunger to have him trembled through her. He inspired yearning greater than any Carly could remember. Lusting after him for months was bad enough but now that she’d had him she wanted more. How would she ever go back to just working for him?
“Come on, lazy bones, time to get all wet.”
Wet? She was already wet. He just had to put his hand between her legs to figure that out. She still couldn’t find the energy to move but Saxon solved that, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Steam coated her face, filled her lungs and clung to her skin. The tap poured water into the huge monstrosity of a tub. Carly estimated the bath was big enough for four people.
He lowered her down his body, every naked inch of it, until her feet touched the floor. Her toes curled inward, the tiles cold beneath her feet. She sucked in a breath and shivered. The water level had reached halfway and Saxon leaned over to flick the tap off. His big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her over the side into the water. She flinched.
“Too hot?”
“No, a shock after the cold floor though.” She started to sit.
“Wait. Let me get in behind you.”
Saxon straddled the tall sides and positioned himself behind her before placing one arm around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. As he sat, he took her with him until her spine rested flush against his chest and their legs were stretched out in front of them. Her butt nestled between his thighs with his cock pressed into her lower back—it gave her all sorts of interesting ideas. Maybe four people in the bath wouldn’t fit but the two of them had plenty of wiggle room. She relaxed and let the warmth of Saxon’s body and the water soothe her.
With both of them in the tub, the water level was close to the rim, too much moving around and it would overflow. Saxon picked up a washcloth from the bath edge and lathered it with soap. The sweet scent of strawberries drifted around her, tickling her nose and taste buds. The waft of aroma tantalized and teased both senses, making her stomach grumble and reminding her they hadn’t eaten dinner. But with such a yummy man sharing her bath, food was the furthest thing from her mind. There were other appetites more pressing.
Saxon trailed the soft cloth over one shoulder and down the top of her arm. He pulled her hand out of the water and ran the soapy washcloth between her fingers, lavishing each digit with equal attention. After delivering the same decadent care to her palm, he moved up her arm. The slippery slide of foam on the sensitive skin at her elbow sent goose bumps and tingles in all directions. Carly squirmed under his thorough treatment as he finished with her left arm and moved to her right.
From one part of her body to the next, Saxon gave each section the same amount of time and attentiveness. He nudged her forward to wash her back. Using more pressure, he dug into her muscles as he moved over them—working out the knots. Easing her back again he started down her chest. With tender strokes he cleaned her skin, gliding under her chin and over her collarbone. Each caress took him lower toward her breasts but he avoided them. He circled around, over and under, but never quite touched anywhere she was beginning to crave his touch.
Hand and cloth dipped down her stomach and under the water. He swirled around her naval and skimmed the edge of her pubic hair but didn’t venture farther. Carly’s body thrummed with awareness. His ministrations delivered a zap of sensation to nerves already teased beyond their limits. But the needs and desires rippling to life remained a pleasant hum, not taking on the raw edge of earlier.
“Scoot around to the other end of the tub,” he whispered as he prodded her lower back with his hand.