Page 102 of Double Fault

With a sharp inhale, he searches my face. “Are you sure?”

I nod, unable to keep from smiling.

Dipping his chin, he gets back to working the buttons of his shirt, his fingers moving deftly.

When he gets to the last three, I shove his hands away and take over. And when his muscled chest is bared to me, I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. It’s unfair how hot he is underneath that grumpy, asshole persona. I slide my fingers down his abs, counting as I go. Eight. Who even needseightabs?

He smirks at me. “Taking inventory?”

“Shush.” I swat his stomach lightly.

As I push the shirt over his shoulders, he chuckles, but when I reach for his belt, he nudges my hands away. “I can’t have your fingers that close. I might explode.”

My laughter echoes off the tile walls. “That close already?”

“You have no idea.” His voice is husky, laced with promise.

He undoes the belt, then flicks the button on his pants. His zipper is next, the sound barely audible over the running water. He yanks his pants and underwear off in one quick move, then steps out of them.

I’ve seen him naked before, but the sight takes my breath away all over again. He’s tall and well-muscled. Toned but not bulky. His waist tapers in, perfectly framing the most beautiful erect cock.

“You weren’t kidding.” It’s not the time for joking, but I can’t seem to help myself.

“Sabrina,” he groans.

“Sorry, sorry.”I’m not sorry.

“Get in the bath,” he commands, teeth gritted.

Normally, I’d reprimand him for his bossiness, but I really do want to get in the bath. I climb in slowly, relishing the heat of the water, then turn the faucet off. It’s the perfect temperature and there’s enough room for both of us and then some.

Noah climbs in behind me, urging me to lean back against him.

“Your dick is poking my butt.”

Groaning, he slides farther down in the water, his chest acting as a recliner for my body. “Sabrina,” he practically growls. “For the love of God, stop talking about my dick.”

“Why?” I tease. “It’s a very nice dick. Tie a bow around it, and it’ll make for an excellent Christmas pres—ow!”

He pinches my side sharply.

“Okay, okay.” I giggle. “I’ll stop.”

Warm, wet hands slide up my sides, massaging my shoulders and neck.

My body instantly relaxes and a moan escapes me. “That feels so good.”

Silently, he continues to work his thumbs into my stiff, aching muscles. His lips graze the top of my shoulder and despite the warm water, a shiver runs through me.

He chuckles, his breath sending another shiver down my spine. “How are you cold?”

“I’m not cold,” I defend with a haughty tilt of my chin. “I’m sensitive.”

“Sensitive?” he repeats. He’s smirking. I don’t even have to look at him to know it’s there, plastered on those sinful lips. “Sounds like someone else is having dirty thoughts.” The water stirs as he slips a hand around my waist and splays it over my stomach. His mouth is right against my ear when he says, “Whatdo you want me to do with these fingers, Sabrina?” He spreads them wide, the pads brushing against my stomach.

I jerk in response, causing the water around us to slosh against the sides of the tub.

He chuckles darkly. “Tell me, baby. Use your words.”

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