Page 83 of Secrets and S'mores
My fingers skim over the place I know his mark is, even if I can’t see it while he overwhelms my senses. “You’re so tense,” he says. I don’t feel that, not when he’s turning me boneless.
With a sharp exhale, Onyx sits up. The cold air washing over my chest makes me scowl at him. “What?”
“You are too stressed,” he says, his eyes roaming over me hungrily.
“Yeah, but we were…” I reach for him, but he holds up a hand to silence me.
“Wait, I’ve got it.”
My breath comes out harsh as he climbs off the bed and walks away. What the hell? My irritation keeps me from following him, and instead I open my phone back up to see if anyone has texted me an update. There’s nothing.
The sound of a faucet sounds from the bathroom. Cabinet doors clang as he does whatever he’s doing. Exhaling slowly, I lay back and close my eyes.
“Okay, my love, it’s time to relax,” Onyx says. I jerk up and my phone drops my chest and bounces across the duvet. Ignoring it, he takes my hand and ushers me to the bathroom.
The garden tub is steaming with bubbles piled on top. “You made me a bath?” I ask stupidly.
“I found bubble bath under the sink,” Onyx says, his grin crooked. “Do you like baths?”
“I don’t really do them.” My arms cross over my breasts, my shoulders hunching.
“You’ll like this one, I promise.” He could convince me of anything when he smirks like that. My annoyance falls away as his clever fingers pull my shorts off and then his own sweats. With a steady hand, he guides me into the tub and then steps after me.
“Oh, it’s a two person bath?” I ask with a laugh.
“Yes, strict quality control. How else would I know you’re enjoying yourself and destressing properly?”
“Good to know my mate is a bath connoisseur.”
“I’m a lot of things.”
“A man of mystery,” I tease as my toes dip into the hot water. “Oh, that’s nice.” Pausing, I look up at him. “Do we need to get a hot tub?”
“Only if it’s private,” he says, his dark eyes promising pleasure as his hands guide me into the tub.
We settle into the water and the steam caresses me. My back rests against his chest, my head leaning back until my temple rests against his jaw.
It’s a little strange, but as his hands brush over my skin under the water, I find myself calming. The lavender of the bubbles obscures his scent, so I turn my face against his neck and breathe him in. He lets out a rumbling chuckle, and impulsively my tongue darts out to taste his skin. His laugh turns to a groan.
“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting your special bath?” I ask, leaning back and giving him an innocent smile. “I better control myself.”
Water sloshes as he dives for me, crashing our mouths together. Bubbles splatter on my face and neck, his wet hands digging into my hair to keep me where he wants me.
Feeling victorious, I drag my nails down his soapy back. “So much for a relaxing bath,” I hum.
“Damn, you’re so…” he pauses, his teeth closing over my lip. My hips buck, pressing against him. “Slippery.” It’s my turn to tip my head back and laugh.
“I don’t think we can do what we want in here,” I say, breathless. “Maybe we relocate?”
“Not yet.” Onyx’s answer is a growl as he slides me back against his chest. I open my mouth to argue, but he silences me with fingers reaching between my thighs.
“Is this normal procedure for a bath?” I ask him, my teasing sounding desperate as he starts to explore my body.
He bites my shoulder firmly for a few seconds and says, “Time to stop talking.” As if he knows I’ll argue again, his other hand goes to my breast while he continues to rub soft circles against my clit.
There’s no way I could speak again if I wanted to. An embarrassing moan escapes me. My body burns, the hot water intensifying it until I’m gasping and gripping the edge of the tub.
I want to reach for him and give him some of the attention he’s lavishing on me, but I can hardly control my limbs. My knees fall open, giving him as much access as possible.
