Page 111 of Can't Get Over You
No one’s ever done anything like this for me.
She pushed past him to get a closer look. “What’re you doing?”
With a startled expression, he jerked upright. “You had a busy day.” He seemed rattled. “I thought you might want to relax.”
“With rubber duckies?” She fished one out to get a closer look. It had an orange beak and was surrounded by a pattern of white hearts. “This is adorable. Where did you find them?”
“At Bazoo’s.”
“When we bought Cody’s clothes?” She remembered that first day, when she’d told him she felt like a rubber ducky floating in a bathtub.
And he bought pink ones.For me.
He calls me Ducky.
He nodded. “They were in a plastic box at the checkout counter. Grabbed a handful while I was paying.”
“You grabbed a handful of pink rubber duckies.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Because she was floored. “This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you.”
“It’s overkill, right?” He gestured to the tub. “Candles and rubber ducks? I should’ve picked one or the other.”
“No, it’s absolutely perfect.” She touched his arm. “Seriously, I love it so much.” Overloaded with her own emotions, it took her a moment to process his discomfort.
He let out a breath. “Do you even like baths?”
It struck her that he’d never had a girlfriend before. He’d never done sweet gestures like this.
But he’s doing it for me.
“I love them.” Holding his gaze, she kicked off her slippers and pulled down her sweatpants.
Seriously, sweatpants?Could she try to be less sexy?
But you know what?With his eyes all hot like that, he practically commanded her to take off her shirt and toss it aside. As he watched, she unhooked her bra and let it drop. And there she stood, naked in front of him. If she had any doubts or insecurities about her body, the color flooding his cheeks banished them.
The muscles in his jaw flexed. His hands curled into fists. “I’ll let you enjoy it.” He started to go but then turned back. “Do you want your book?”
“No, thank you.” She dipped a toe into the hot water.
“I should’ve asked. How do you like your bath?”
“With a hot biker in it.” It was just the right temperature, so she sank down and let it cover her. “Aren’t you going to join me?” Flowers filled her senses, and her skin felt silky and soft.
His gaze was fixed on her nipples, now slick with oil. “Fuck, yeah.” Gripping the back of his shirt, he yanked it off. He kicked off his boots, jerked down his jeans, and then stood there watching, as if unsure what to do.
He was such a confident man, so it was hard to watch him flounder. She lifted her pink-painted toes and splashed the water. “Sit with me.”
Getting in on the opposite side, his big body sloshed water over the edge. “I’m not going to fit.” He tossed out a few rubber ducks.
“You fit just fine.” She pulled on his ankles, stretching his legs as far as they could go on either side of her. Still, his knees poked out of the water like tree trunks.
He lifted her calf and began kneading the sole of her foot. “Did you have a good day?”
It felt so delicious, she tipped her head back and moaned. “Mm hmm.”
“After that guy ruined our time at the Christmas farm, and you thought I was hooking up with someone at the bar, and Cody flipped out over a coyote, you can still say that?”
“Yes, because we got to cut down our own Christmas tree, my hot biker called me hiswife, I got to have sex with that same man in a bar”—the naughtiest and most exciting thing she’d ever done—“and Cody got to be loved and cared for by three wonderful men. And then, to top it all off, my hot biker drew me a bath.” She snatched up a floating duck and waved it at him.
