Page 28 of Last First Love
She shivers at my words, but then lets me lead her away from her bedding and toward the water. She looks in and then turns to me, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. "So Ken, was this your first time using bath bombs?"
I look at the lake of violent pink glitter and shrug. "I'm always ready to try something new with a beautiful woman. Hope you don't mind."
Her lips twitch. "How many of them did you use?"
"Four. I figured two for me and two for you should be about right. You know, one for the top half and one for the bottom half."
Eventually, she stops laughing long enough to explain to me that she usually only uses one in the bathtub. So apparently, we'll get extra fragrant and glittery this time.
I eye the water skeptically. "It's okay though, right?"
She wipes a little moisture away from her eyes. "It's actually very nice. I've never had a man make me a fancy bath before. Especially not a candlelit fancy bath."
She leans up and kisses my cheek, but I can work with that too. I frame her face with my hands and angle her toward me again, covering her lips with my own. It's so freaking good that I cannot believe I've gone this far in my life without kissing her until now.
Good thing all that waiting is over. I'm definitely not going to wait that long before I kiss her again.
The thought rings through me like a bell. I'm already atagainwith Lily in my mind. I haven't even gotten to the sexy parts with her yet, not really, and I'm already thinking about again as in the next time. I should probably be panicking, but instead it feels right. Like I've been waiting all this time to find the right person, the one who I don't have to be anything other than myself for. Well, maybe a better version of myself, but you get the point.
I can't help smiling at her like an idiot. Finally, she breaks away from me and her faces scrunches up again. "What are you grinning about?"
"I'm so damn happy to be here with you. Naked. Now, let's get in the bathtub before the water gets cold."
She's already shaking her head though. "We're not going to fit in there, the two of us."
"Nonsense. I'll go first and then you come sit on me." A very naughty smirk curls up my mouth, and she takes a swat at me. "We can start with my lap." I let the words linger out there and she flushes again. Adorable.
I move toward the tub, taking the most beautiful woman I've ever seen with me.
She pauses. "Shouldn't we maybe put some of those candles out? Or at least relocate them?"
I pout, full on little kid level pout. "I think they look pretty right here. Plus, I can't wait to see your gorgeous body all wet by the light of a million tiny candles. I feel like it's my birthday."
She giggles. "They are pretty, but what about the water? I mean if it splashes up--"
I put up my hand and cut her off. "If some of them go down because we're getting a little splashy in the tub together, so be it. I'll move the little rug so we don't have any problems." I flash her my very best smile. "Trust me. I'm a firefighter."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm just saying, it's really nice but—"
I shake my head. I’m getting in this tub with you and that's it. I step over the line of votive candles to get into the tub but then it's hot. So hot. Why am I so hot? Surely this isn't some sort of allergic reaction to bath bomb glitter, right?
Then I smell the unmistakable scent of burning hair. Wait, what's on fire? Am I on fire?I try not to panic, but I can feel a scream building in the back of my throat.
Lily lets out a gasp. "Ken, your—your um—" she flaps her hand toward my crotch, and I look down. And scream like a little girl because ohmygodinheaven my balls are on fire.
Just a little, but this was definitely not part of the entire seduction plan.
I let go of her and immediately drop my entire ass including the flaming ones into the water, but the hot temperature of the bath isn't helping. It did end the actual burning part of my undercarriage, but the water is too damn hot and everything hurts. Also, I really hope my balls don't fall off now that I've lit them on fire and dipped them in glitter.
I stand up out of the tub with a noise that probably sounds like a panicked angry moose. Or a guy who just lit his nutsack on fire and then dipped it in boiling hot glitter lava. Whichever.
Her eyes flicker down toward my junk. "I think you really need some ice." She swipes all the little testicle-attacking candles into the bathwater where they extinguish with a hiss. Thank goodness. There's no way I was going to make it across the wall of flames again without crying actual tears or burning my leg hair off this time.
She grips my arm and hauls me out of the tub with an alarming amount of strength, but the movement hurts and I can't do much more than whimper as she pulls me toward the kitchen. I'm doing my best not to walk bowlegged toward the kitchen but I can tell from the look on her face that I'm acting pathetic.
She whips open her freezer and hands me a handful of ice. "Let's start here. I'll put some more in an actual bag for you, but I think you're going to want to get that on there and get the swelling to go down right away."
And it's cold, so freaking cold, but it's also a relief after the utter disaster that has been the last five minutes of my life. Unfortunately, I make the mistake of looking down and can see how red and swollen the skin is already. I take a deep breath, but definitely feel dizzy.
