Page 63 of Uproot

I swallow the drool that’s gathering in my mouth as he opens the glass door and steps inside. The steam growing in the bathroom sadly fogs up some of my view through the glass, but I can still see just enough of his muscles and firm ass to have my pussy aching with want.

I slide my fingers between my legs as he sets to work lathering his tall, firm, body, but suddenly his head turns towards me, and I freeze. He opens the door and narrows his eyes at me, making my hand pause.

“Don’t even think about touching my pussy before I do,” he growls, sending me a warning glare.

I jerk my hand from between my legs, biting into my lip as I try to disappear behind the bubbles.

How the hell did he know what I was doing?

Did he put some kind of alarm up there with his tongue the other night?

I giggle at the thought, and he gives me another pointed look before retreating back into the shower.

I close my eyes and relax, and a few minutes later he comes out, wrapping a towel around his waist too quickly for my liking.

He grabs another towel and comes over to me, opening it up wide. “Time to get out pretty girl,” he orders, standing in front of the bathtub and holding the towel open for me.

I place my hands on the sides of the tub and lift myself up. He doesn’t try to hide the lust in his eyes as they skate over my body that’s half covered with bubbles, and half bare to him.

“I’m definitely storing this visual away for another time,” he mutters, making me laugh.

The corner of his mouth lifts as I step out of the tub. He wraps the plush towel around me, rubbing me gently as he secures me inside.

I sigh contently, looking up at him. “That was so nice, Beck. Thank you for spoiling me,” I say.

“You’re welcome, but I’m not done spoiling my girl yet,” he responds, leaning down to kiss me gently on the lips.

He puts his arm around my waist and breaks his lips from mine, then leads me out of the bathroom to his bed. He grabs a big throw pillow and places it on the bed. “Come here, angel. Lay on your stomach so I can finish your massage,” he instructs, motioning to the pillow.

I eye him suspiciously, but comply, going to lay down on the bed. His body moves over mine and he leans down to place a kiss in between my shoulder blades. “Just relax, beautiful.”

I listen to his request and let my body melt into the bed as he loosens my towel to rub my back. He works his magic just like he did on my shoulders. He works out knots that I didn’t even know existed with his strong hands.

A moan escapes me and he chuckles, “That good huh?”

“You have no idea,” I sigh happily, “If this whole technology mogul thing gets boring you can have a very lucrative career as a masseuse.”

“Hmm, so you wouldn’t mind me giving this service to other women?” he asks.

My eyes fly open, and I frown at him over my shoulder, “Maybe sticking to running Kade Technology is the best idea,” I grumble, retracting my joke.

He laughs, kissing me on the head, “These hands are only for you, Selah. Don’t worry,” he says.

He stops massaging me and moves to sit next to me. His expression is serious, and I hold the towel against me, moving to sit up, wondering why he is having a sudden shift in emotion.

His hands move to cup my face, and he looks into my eyes, “Allof me is only yours, Selah. My body, my mind, my heart. Everything,” he declares.

My pulse races wildly, and his thumbs move to caress my cheeks, “You have it all, angel. I love you.”

I blink back tears, my lips quivering as I try to find my voice, “I love you too, Beckett. I-I think I’ve been falling in love with you since the first moment I opened my door and let you in,” I respond.

A wide smile grows on his face, and his eyes light up. “Same, sweetheart. And it’s only grown deeper every day that we’ve been together,” he says.

I lean over and wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. He keeps our lips joined together, pulling me over until I’m sitting in his lap.

His mouth ravishes mine as he presses our bodies closer together, and a moan escapes me as his tongue finds mine. I squeal as he lifts me up bridal style, releasing my lips and smiling down at me.

He lays me down on my back this time, his gaze holding so much weight that my breath hitches.

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