Page 6 of 12 Months of Mayhem

As if he was listening with an ear to the door, he knocked and peeked in. He held up the rest of the bottle with his brows raised in question.

I made grabby hands, and he stepped into the room with a smile that did crazy fluttery things to that heavy organ in my chest. When he went to fill my glass, I plucked the bottle from his hand and brought it to my lips.

“That bad?” he murmured as he took a seat by the tub and looped his arms around his knees.

“Let’s just say it’s been… a week.”

“Here,” he said as he grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water. “Lean forward.”

I did, resting my cheek on my lifted knees.

In circular motions, he swept the warm cloth over my back and along my shoulders. He gently lifted my arms one at a time to do them as well.

Sliding the tray forward, I scooted up and looked over at him. “Join me?”

He appeared torn. “This isn’t about me.”

“I understand, and I appreciate that, but I’m asking you to join me for me.”

His icy blue eyes darkened, and he wet his lower lip before getting back to his feet. He then lifted his shirt in that sexy way guys did by grabbing it behind the neck and tugging it over his head. It was cast carelessly to the side as his hands found the button of his jeans. Heart thudding, I watched as he lowered the zipper and they fell to the floor. He didn’t bother hiding his erection, and I didn’t pretend not to see it as he removed his boxer briefs. I took a big swig of the sweet, red wine as I unabashedly stared.

The water sloshed as he situated himself behind me, then again when he wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me close. My lids grew heavy as he slid his splayed hands down my thighs to my knees. He slipped them between my knees and pressed with just enough force to spread my legs.

“Dalton,” I whimpered as he dragged them back up and up over my pussy.

“Hmm?” He never did anything other than tease and massage the flesh of my thighs, back, and shoulders. His lips pressed kisses along the sensitive slope of my neck. He reached up, took the wine from me, and drank from it before handing it back.

I finished it off and set the empty bottle on the floor. He wrapped his thick arms around me and simply held me.

With my back to his firm chest and the still-hard length of his cock nestled between us, we sat there in the tub as the water grew cold and the bubbles faded away. Finally, he nudged me and reached for one of the fluffy white towels he had waiting nearby.

He stood up, and the water sluiced off the firm planes of his muscles. “Up,” he instructed as he held the towel open.

I shivered as the cooler air hit my wet skin, but he quickly wrapped me in the plush terrycloth. Once I was safely out of the tub, he pulled the plug. I grabbed a towel for him from the linen closet and handed it to him. Then I got caught up with the way he started to dry himself.

I’d been too busy watching him to move, so he tucked his towel around his waist and dried me himself. Then he scooped me up and carried me to his new bed. I hadn’t addressed it with him, but it didn’t escape my notice that it wasn’t his style of bed.

It was definitely something I would’ve picked out.

Balancing me in his arms, he managed to tug the bedding back and tuck me in before he turned off the bedside lamp on my side. He walked around to his side and lost his towel before climbing in. He reached for me and dragged me across the big bed until he was spooning me.

The corner of my mouth kicked up as I craned my neck to look back at him. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean?” he asked with a yawn.

Staying within the circle of his arms, I rolled over and boldly wrapped my hand around his now-soft cock. “You too tired for this?” I slowly stroked him from base to tip.

His eyes closed, but he shook his head. “I’m never too tired for that, but I know you worked a sixteen-hour day—after working two twelves before that.”

I kissed the base of his throat in that sexy little dip between his clavicles, ending it with a teasing swipe of my tongue from there to his jawline. Then I nipped along his jaw and reveled in the way his shaft thickened and hardened in my grip. I held back my wicked glee at how I was affecting him.

“Maybe I need you so I can unwind,” I murmured against his warm skin.

“Mmm, is that right?”

“Mmhm,” I replied.

He throbbed in my hold, and it was like a direct connection to my core, because I pulsed in response. I squeaked when he grabbed me and hefted me up to sit on his face. His tongue pierced my pussy, and I clutched the headboard like a lifeline as my head momentarily spun.

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