Page 70 of Scatter the Bones

He laughs harder. “That tickles.”

“What?” I lick him again. “This?”

“Yes.” He peppers several stinging smacks to my butt and squeezes one cheek.

A low buzz of excitement surges through me, almost drowning out his next words.

“I love your ass.” He pops his hand against the other cheek and bites his lip. “Next time you’re wearing one of your cute dresses, I want to find a nice, secluded spot, bend you over, lift your dress and have my way with you.”

Desire explodes through me. “I’d like that.” I pop another kiss on his cheek and roll to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He sits up, reaching for my hand.

Heat streaks over my cheek. “Uh, the bathroom.”

He frowns and glances down at his body. “Yeah, I need to take care of this too.”

I scurry off to do my thing, grabbing his towel off the floor on the way. Mid-pee, he pushes the door open. I blink and stare at him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of this.” He drops the spent condom in the trashcan next to my sink.

“I’m peeing.”Or I was. I’m stuck and can’t finish now.

His lips twist with amusement. “I’m covered in your fluids, but you’re worried about me hearing you pee?”

I guess he has a point. But I can’t say that. He’s too smug as it is.

He steps by me and leans into the shower, flipping the nozzle on. A hard stream of water patters against the tub. “Does that help?”

I flick my gaze to the ceiling and shake my head.

Laughing, he steps into the shower.

“Let it flow, let it flow,” he sings in a high, goofy voice. “Don’t hold it back anymoooore. Let it flow, let itfloooow.”

“Oh my God!” I burst into giggles and finish my business. “Is that your version of…” It takes a moment to recognize the melody. “The song fromFrozen?”

He rubs a clean spot on the glass and grins at me. “Did it help?”

I step into the shower with him. “Why do you even know that?”

“Uh, the kids watch it at the clubhouse. All. The. Time.” He clicks open my bodywash and runs his soapy hands all over me, paying particular attention to my nipples. “I don’t think I’ve ever watched it all the way through, but somehow the song gets stuck in my head.”

If that isn’t the cutest thing.

I glance down at his hands, still massaging and kneading. “I think my breasts are clean, now.”

“I like to be thorough.” He turns me toward the water and rinses the suds away.

This shower’s quicker, quieter—more about comfort than heat.

When we’re done, we towel off and climb into bed, the sheets cool against our still-damp skin.

I curl against him, head resting on his chest, our legs tangled under the covers. “I’m glad you’re staying.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” His fingers absently rub the top of my head, gently kneading my scalp in a hypnotic way. “I’ll have to leave for church in the morning, though.”

“Mmmkay,” I mumble. “I have to be up early.” I pick up my head and find him watching me in the near-dark of my room. “What will you talk about in church? About the funeral and Wolf Knight biker-y stuff?”

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