Page 53 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
I whimper then, the sound embarrassingly needy. The way his fingers move across my scalp awakens every nerve ending in my body. I can feel the sensuality of his touch down to the tips of my toes.
“That’s it,” he says. “That’s a good girl. Just relax.”
The praise makes me sink deeper into the water, a groan on my mouth as he sinks his fingers further into my curls, massaging my scalp. All the thoughts fly from my head, and I know nothing except the feel of him on my body, straight down to my soul.
A soft spray of water showers over my hair as he rinses the suds. Once it’s all gone there’s another squirt, and then his fingers are in my hair, rubbing conditioner and untangling the coils.
He repeats the process and I whimper. Each time I make a sound he repeats the same thing over and over again.
“Good girl.”
Good girl.
Good girl.
Once the conditioner is rinsed from my hair and my coils back over my shoulders, the press of his thumbs against my skin makes my body shiver more than it already was. Licks of fire burn beneath my skin, desperate a touch, to fall into an abyss of pleasure. For a moment, I want him to leave so I can take care of it myself.
“Now,” he purrs. “Time to wash your body.”
I jerk, causing bubbles to spray. I sit up, whirling in the tub to look at him. He’s smirking at me, and again it’s that expression that feels like a dare. Like he’s really expecting me tonotwant his hands on my body after he massaged and treated me so gently. After he tended to my curls with such care, he’s expecting me to deny him access to my body?
I’mexpecting you to deny access.The voice in my head tries to rise above the surface, but it’s past time I kick that voice to the curb. It doesn’t matter what logic is saying. I’m only listening to my feelings, and those feelings are urging me to challenge him as much as he’s challenged me.
“Why don’t you join me?” I offer.
Instead of showing shock like I thought he would, he smiles as if this is what he was waiting for. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He stands along the edge of the tub, kicking off his shoes. I watch as he begins to strip with as much careful precision as I did, never once tearing his gaze from mine, yanking the expensive material down his long legs and kicking them off like they aren’t constricting at all. Next comes his shirt; he pulls it off like a hero from a freaking romance novel, starting from the back flexing his arms like he’s giving me a show.
He’s left in nothing but his tight, black boxers. I tear my gaze away from his eyes to look down at the bulge pressing against the material. It feels like a promise of something that I desperately want.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down. I look up before I can see what glory lies beneath. The way his eyes flash lets me know that he won this round and he knows it. I shudder as he steps into the pool with me, and I start to scoot aside to make room for him, but he stops me by pulling me into his arms.
A gasp leaves my lips at the feel of his skin touching mine. This feels intimate in the same way washing my hair had been. I’ve given him power over me, power I’ve never given anyone else, and he’s treating me gently. Every touch, every caress… it’s slow, precise, and smooth.
Using his magic, he grabs a loofah and body wash, lathering the soap in until it’s full of suds. He takes the loofah, scrubbing it across my body. I hold my breath as it sweeps across my skin, one stroke at a time.
He takes extra care with me, moving torturously slow, washing along my neck, my collarbones, and my arms. He doesn’t go beneath the water to touch me, and when he’s finished scrubbing the skin that’s visible above the water, his palm goes down to my hip. The touch sears through me and I gasp. When my hooded eyes meet his face, it looks like he wants to swallow the sound with his lips.
“Lorenzo…” His name leaves me in a gasp. It’s all I can think. No thoughts form in my mind other than lust. He’s an overpowering presence, and that small logical part in my mind is trying desperately to grasp at all the reasons I shouldn’t do this. That this is wrong. That I shouldn’t get involved with anyone or cross any lines.
I’ve been burned too often by love and lust in the past, yet here I am. In the Underworld, surrounded by three sexy demon brothers who are offering to help me. Even after I’d vowed to be more independent, I’m contemplating what it would be like to just say yes.
“Lift,” he commands, squeezing my hip.
I do. I lift and the water sluices off my body. And somehow, I end up hovering over his lap as he pulls me closer. My hands perch on his shoulders for purchase, and just like that, I feel the hardness of his dick against my inner thigh.
I groan as the loofah lifts to wash my breasts, and before he can touch me, before he can drive me crazier, the more rational part of my pea-fucking-brain finally speaks out. “I promised myself I’d be independent from now on…”
He pauses what he’s doing, regarding me with questioning eyes. Fuck, I probably sound like a crazy person right now.
He has no idea what the fuck I’m talking about.
“I swore off men,” I explain. “Because I grow too dependent on people. I want to be independent.”
