Page 58 of Unraveled Love

Of course he could see that. He saw everything when it came to me. I playfully shoved my elbow back into his ribs, and he feigned a grunt. “Egotistical much?”

“Confident,” he teased back, and his hand began sliding back and forth, shooting spikes of heat and electricity along my sensitive flesh. “For example, I am one hundred percent confident that if my fingers drifted lower, I would find you already swollen, pulsing, and wanting me.”

I dove my hand under the water and gripped his fingers. “You’re so sure of yourself.”

“But am I wrong?”

Absolutely not, but I wasn’t giving in that easy, and besides, sex in this bathtub didn’t seem like the easiest or most pleasing experience. For as deep as it was, it wasn’t wide, and while we fit, there wasn’t much room for movement.

I brought his hand out of the water, rested it against the side, and picked up my glass of wine. “Hands to yourself there, big guy. At least until I’m done with my bath.”

“Fine.” He kissed my temple. “But it’d be a lot easier if you weren’t so damn tempting.”

His lips fell to my shoulder, and he peppered the area with tender, teasing kisses that ignited the arousal he’d already flamed with his naked presence behind me.

Tonight, I’d do what he suggested. I’d pretend I was on vacation with a sexy man who loved me, and I’d enjoy myself.

If our past few days were any indicator of future behavior, it was sure to be a doozy.

I took one last sip of my wine and shifted in the water. I met his gaze, allowing him to see exactly how turned on I was and how much I wanted him.

“I think I’m done with the bath.”

“Yeah?” He leaned back like the tub was his throne and threw his arms out to the sides. “What else do you have in mind?”

“Something that involves both of us, still naked, but in a bed.”

His eyes heated and glimmered, and I dropped my hand to his stomach, trailing down the bricks that replaced his muscles until I found his hard, thick length, jutting straight from him.

I stroked him slowly and lightly, teasing him. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s the best damn invitation I’ve ever had. Get dried off and meet me in the bedroom. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I’d never scrambled out of a bathtub so fast.

21

Shawn

Iclimbed out of the tub right after Addi, grabbed a towel, and went to dry off in the bedroom. My dick was already semi-hard, but that happened whenever I was around Addi, and being pressed against her in the bathtub had worked me up enough even while I tried to fight against it.

Since we’d found Addi in Philadelphia, I had tried letting her lead our encounters, giving her space to deal with what she was going through, coming to me when she needed it, but it was rare she was as playful as she was trying to be tonight.

The night she’d let me tie her up flashed in my mind and made my semi closer to fully erect as I pulled back the covers on the bed.

In the bathroom, I’d registered the sounds of her footsteps on the tiled floor. I’d expected her to not only dry off but to dry her hair, knowing how women hated to go to bed with wet hair, so I was surprised when the door creaked open, the quiet sound of it like a gunshot.

My jaw practically came unhinged at the sight of her. Her red hair was dripping wet and hanging down to the tops of her breasts, which were bare, because she hadn’t bothered to wrap a towel around her.

She was beautiful, skin flushed from the heated water in the bath, and as she caught sight of me, dressed the same as her—in nothing—she licked her lips.

I cleared my throat. There wasn’t a single word in my head at the moment besidesFuckkkkbefore she came to me, pressing her hands to my cheeks and her lips to mine.

She kissed me like a woman desperate for affection, desperate to be seen, and—even better—desperate forme.

“Addi.” I gasped against her mouth and then…why in the hell was I hesitating? This womanlovedme. All of me. And I felt the same about her.

I spun us, walked her toward the bed, and pushed her back, following her down and collapsing on top of her, forcing her knees to spread wide. Once my hard length pressed against her wet, hot, swollen center, both of us groaned like we’d found nirvana.

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