“You didn’t have to do that for me, Isaac.”
He stands upright after testing the temperature of the water. “You said it sounded nice, so why not utilize the giant tub at your disposal.”
I take a few steps into the bathroom when he steps toward me, so we are face-to-face, only a foot or two apart. It’s obvious neither one of us knows how to traverse whatever path it is we have decided to take. My heart is beating out of my chest as my slightly intoxicated state takes the reins.
I spin around until my back is facing him and pull my hair out of the way and over one shoulder. “Unzip me?”
I glance to my right to see his reflection in one of the many mirrors on the walls of this room. I feel his warmth when he steps closer, and I shiver when his breath hits my shoulder and when his fingers glide over my skin with each inch he lowers the dress.
As the dress falls to pool at my feet, I’m thankful I decided on my favorite bra and panties today. I peek over my shoulder at him before reaching back and unhooking my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor along with the dress.
“Sawyer,” he says softly. I can’t tell if it’s an involuntary response or if it’s a warning, and at this point, I don’t care what it is. My name on his lips is foreplay of the best variety.
I exhale a breath and spin around to face him, to let him see me.
His eyes are dark and full of so many things: desire, hunger, intrigue, curiosity.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” I say, as I slip my thumbs into the waistband of my lace panties.
“I’m thinking how fucking lucky I am you are standing in front of me right now.”
“Is that it?” I shimmy my legs back and forth, lowering my panties down and down until I can step out of them, leaving myself completely bare in front of him.
Thank God for vodka and wine.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down with a swallow. “I am thinking you are so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
My lips turn up in a smile and I reach out to place my hand on his chest. “Thank you.”
I push up on my toes and close the distance between us with a kiss. I can feel the growl form in his throat and vibrate against my mouth. He’s coming undone all because of me, and fuck if that isn’t a powerful feeling.
When I break the kiss and lower back to my normal height, he’s looking down at me with heat in his eyes. “Get in that bath before I fuck you right here against the bathroom counter.”
I shrug playfully as I step up and into the deep tub, “Who has a problem with that?” I tease him with a grin, lowering into the hot water, shielding my body with the massive amount of bubbles covering me. “Oh my God,” I moan and lean back against the side of the tub. “This is amazing.”
He walks over and perches on the edge, staring down at me, “Close your eyes and relax.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I drop my lids and sink down into the water until it touches my chin. I let the warm water loosen my muscles and soothe the ache in my feet.
I even think I doze off for a moment before the sensation of a washcloth sliding over my arm pulls me out of my trance and I open my eyes.
“Shh. It’s just me,” Isaac says, showing me the washcloth in his hands. “Eyes closed,” he commands, and I comply instantly.
My tongue darts out and slides over my dry lips when the washcloth connects with my chest, slowly moving from one side to the other. I can feel his powerful fingers behind the material, and that makes it even more heady and hot.
Down to my stomach and around my belly button he moves the washcloth, causing my very ticklish belly to pull in and I giggle.
“That tickles,” I whisper, eyes still closed, and I hear him laugh softly in response.
But he doesn’t stop. He continues down to my hips and across my thighs, avoiding the space between them that is aching, craving some kind of attention.
This continues for what feels like an eternity. I think he has touched every part of my body, except the ones that have since developed their own heartbeats. I’ve started moving my hips without even realizing, trying to chase any kind of sensation. I think that’s when he takes pity on my and the rough sensation of the cloth slides directly over my left nipple.
“Oh God,” I moan quietly, and he does it again with the right nipple. “Mmm.”
I push my head back into the porcelain tub and arch my chest out. My nipples must barely peek out of the water because the cool air makes them tingle and harden even further.
I curl my hands into fists when I feel him drag the cloth over my thigh and to my pussy. He barely slides it against my flesh and I already feel like I’m on fire.
“More,” I mewl. “Please.”
And more he gives me. With the washcloth draped over my pussy, I can feel his fingers on either side of my clit, pinching slightly then rubbing in a circle and applying gentle pressure. My chest begins to rapidly rise and fall, and I swear the people next door can hear my heart currently pounding in my ears.
“Tell me how it feels,” he utters softly.
“It feels fucking incredible. Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come.”
“Oh my God.” His words are nearly enough to send me there.
It doesn’t take much more. I arch my hips and roll them once, twice, against his hand and I shatter into oblivion. I can feel it from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
“Ahhhh, Isaac,”
