Page 51 of Branded

“A bubble bath and one hell of a nap,” I giggle.

“Someone is a little drunk,” he grins as he speaks, sliding the keycard into the door.

I hold up my hands, pinching my thumb and index finger in front of my eye, “Just a bit. Drunk is a strong word. I’d go with tipsy.”

“Tipsy Sawyer is cute.”

“Sober Sawyer is cute too,” I say proudly.

“You’re right about that. She is cute and even more.” He pushes the door open for me and I walk in first, turning around and collapsing backward onto the bed.

“Finally,” I moan in pleasure, so happy to finally be off my feet.

“Stay put. I’ll get it ready for you,” he says before disappearing around the corner.

“What?” I push up onto my elbow. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer me so I swing my legs around to the edge of the bed and stand, stepping slowly toward the bathroom.

When I peek inside, I see he is running a bath, adding bubbles and everything. The scent of sweet fruit is in the air and it makes my heart twist and tighten.

“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.”

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