Page 59 of Empty Heat
I wakened to see the blush of early morning tint the curtains. Dawn’s fresh green scent came through every crack and crevice of the house.
I was so comfortable with Lev’s presence beside me. The air conditioning blew cool across my hot skin. My mind and body, for now, felt settled.
But I had to pee.
I got up slowly, trying not to rock the mattress so Lev could sleep more.
As I stood by the side of the bed, I looked at him sleeping. A sheet was tangled around his hips, but I could still see everything, the curve of his ass, the shape of his handsome cock against his thigh, his flat belly and chest gripped with lean muscle.
His hair was a soft, messy cloud about his head. It was perfectly straight, but it looked thoroughly sleep-tossed and maybe a little tangled.
He was so handsome. I’d thought it when he’d first turned from the hedge outside and greeted me, his eyes kind and dark, his face shaped like a heart. He gave off zero vibes of danger. His voice went through my skin like a balm easing into me, his word choices beautiful.
He’d been kind and patient and truly concerned about me. He’d been the one to tell the truth. Always.
I had to force air into my lungs as I turned away and headed for the bathroom.
When I came out, Lev stood naked by the window, his hand parting the curtain.
“This time of day is pure serenity,” he said when he saw me.
I realized it was ridiculous to be shy with each other because of nudity, so I did not reach for my robe.
“I thought almost the same thing when I got up,” I replied. A smile stretched my face, something I never thought would happen here on this island. Oh, sure, I’d smiled politely all along, but this was different. This smile was huge.
He let go of the curtain and walked toward me. “You look rested. Magnificent, actually.” He brushed his hands lightly over my shoulders. “I believe I promised you a bath?”
“Oh.”
“I told you I give great baths.”
I wanted to tell him yes, but only if he joined me. All I could manage was, “Okay?”
The tub in the en suite bathroom was a large oval, big enough for two. He bent and turned on the faucets—there were three—and began running his hands over the waterfalls feeling for temperature.
I stood behind him, marveling at the landscape of his body. His ass was firm and round. He had some body fuzz on his chest, but otherwise not overly hairy. His groin area was neatly groomed.
I watched as Lev added bubbles to the water. A scent of lavender filled the room.
A few minutes later, as he created for me a luxury I hadn’t asked for, he reached inside a cupboard under the sink and brought out a box. When he opened it, little flowers no bigger than my thumbnail filled it nearly to the brim. He grabbed a handful and threw them over the bubbles and they were so light and airy they floated to rest on the foamy surface.
Finally, Lev stood. His cock dangled between his legs, not hard at the moment, but still drawing my curious eye. I loved how he looked all over. Every part of him.
“Your bath is ready, sir.” Lev gestured to the tub.
“Thank you.” I stepped into warm water and lowered my body into the depths of bubbles and flowers.
“What are these?” I asked, trying to pick up a flower. It dissolved at my touch.
“Soap flowers. They float on the surface of the water—or bubbles—and can last fifteen minutes or so if you don’t touch them.”
“Oh, sorry.” I pulled back my finger from the next flower.
The bath was amazing, the water like being encased in clouds filled with rain, the soapiness just right. My body wanted to be clean after sweating and coming so much in the night.
Lev knelt by the tub.
“Join me?” I asked.
