“I usually keep the bedrooms blocked off,” Brick grumbles beside me as if by way of explanation.
I can still tell his words are tight and measured. As if he wants to show me the apartment, but there’s something else pressing on his thoughts.
He pulls me to a mahogany door that has frosted glass inlays and pushes it open. When I step into the master suite behind him, my mouth falls open. The attention to detail is amazing.
However, I don’t get to take it all in. Brick pulls me into the bathroom. It’s just as amazing as the master suite. The walls in here are constructed of the same thick glass panels, but what makes the bathroom outstanding is the mix of glass and brush metal finishes. Even the shower walls have an intricate design of blue glass and gorgeous brush nickel basket weave tiles.
Brick leans over the huge tub and presses a few buttons with his free hand. Water begins to fill the tub on both ends from what appears to be thin air. I lean in and see there are slits in the walls on each side and the water is pouring from them.
My imagination takes off on different designs and my fingers itch for a pad and pencil. I’m in such awe, I don’t even feel when Brick releases the zipper at the back of my skirt.
When it falls to my ankles, I turn and look up at him. He strokes my cheek with his fingertips as his eyes lock on mine. I’m brought back to my present dilemma once again.
I reach for his hand when he goes to release my shirt from its wrap. “Brick, I—” I start, but he cuts me off with a growl.
Cupping my face in one of his large hands, he places his thumb under my chin and tips my head back. His eyes are fierce as he locks them with mine. I can see his ears are red. I remember from when we were younger, they turn red when he’s angry.
“You’re mine, Eva. There is nothing and no one who can or will change that. You’re angry, but you need to reel that shit in. You’re gonna let me explain that shitstorm I used to call a wife and then we’re going to move on,” he says.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I think this was all a mistake,” I say softly.
He places his hand on the back of my neck and tugs me into his body. He crushes my lips with his own and consumes every part of my being. When he releases me, I don’t even know what I was trying to say to him.
He searches my face before he reaches to complete his task of releasing my blouse. I bite my lips and shift on my heels. He slides his hands into my shirt, pushing the blouse from my shoulders to the floor.
“I’m laying it all out, Eva. We’re going to get to know everything about each other. The way I should have done this in the first place,” he mumbles and pulls a face.
I nod and allow him to remove my bra. He then reaches for his tie and tugs it loose and over his head. I watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt before dropping it onto the pile at our feet.
Once his pants are unfastened, he drops them to the floor. I turn away, folding my arms around my middle. Brick reaches for my chin, bringing my head back to face him. A smile traces the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t be shy.” He winks at me. “I know you like what you see.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile back at him. He turns and walks over to the vanity. He opens the mahogany cabinet door and reaches inside. He pulls out a tub of what looks like bath salts or something.
It’s brand new. I allow my smile to surface as I watch him concentrate on taking the packaging off. He fumbles to peel the plastic from the container with his big fingers. When a giggle bursts from my lips, he lifts his green eyes to look at me through his lashes.
I’m shocked when he sticks his tongue out at me. It’s the last gesture I expect to come from this giant biker. It’s adorable and playful all at once, melting my heart.
I reach out a hand. He walks over, placing the jar in my palm. I proceed to open it as he places his hands on my hips. As I peel the plastic away, he dips his head to lick and nip at my neck.
He moves his lips to my ear. “I’ll do better,” he whispers.
When he pulls back, I look up into his eyes and hand him the jar. He takes it from my hold, making sure to graze my wrist with his fingertips. A shiver runs through me.
I wrap my middle again as he moves to shake the pink and white contents of the jar into the tub. When the scent of vanilla and strawberry reaches my nose and bubbles begin to form, I realize it’s bubble bath. Brick closes the jar and turns off the water by pressing more buttons.
He moves to return the bubble bath to where he got it. This time I watch from under my lashes as his manhood points straight at me. He stops right in front of me and scoops me into his arms. I yelp and wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me in the air like a small kid when I’m anything but.
He steps into the tub and sits us both down in the warm water. I suck in a breath and wince a little as my tender flesh meets the liquid. Brick slides his hands down my back and cups my ass. He kisses my nose and looks into my eyes.
“My
