Page 20 of Married to Her Yeti
Mari stared down at the inviting bubble bath. “I can’t climb into the bathtub. I’m afraid I’ll slip and hurt myself worse.” But then Nima would be here longer...Would that be such a bad thing?Yes, of course it would. Their objective was friendship, and they both had separate lives to live. Plus, she had a bakery to run and needed a strong, healed body for that.
“Are you telling me this because you’d like my ideas on how to climb safely into the tub on your own? Or would you like me to physically lift you into the bathtub?”
Mari inwardly groaned. There was only one safeoption, and they both knew it. “Can you please pick me up and set me in the water? But don’t look at my...” She glanced down at her bare breasts and the infinity tattoo, identical to Nima’s. “My nakedness.”
Had Nima just huffed a laugh? “I can’t safely lift you in and out of the tub with my eyes closed, but I promise to avert my gaze.”
She didn’t doubt him, though he’d still likely see everything. Not that he hadn’t seen it before. But there was more of her now. Oh well. “Thank you,” she said, resigning herself to it. “You can come in.”
As he slowly opened the door, she thought back to the clinic. He’d already proven himself in this capacity when she’d needed help with her pants. Except...Fuck!That was when he reminded her how hard he’d become while pressed against her in the bathroom closet. The memory sent a fresh wave of desire flooding through her.
Nima’s gaze met hers as he closed the door behind him, keeping the warm, moist air in the room. His nostrils flared, and his deep aqua-blue eyes sparked with interest. He scented her all right. It might have been ten years, but she knew that look. Her core throbbed, aching to be filled... by Nima. She couldn’t lie to herself.
Maybe this bath hadn’t been the best idea afterall. In her effort to wash away all evidence of her arousal, she’d only created more. And now she’d confined the two of them in a small, steamy room that likely amplified her scent.
But, true to his word, Nima didn’t glance below her shoulders. “Are you ready?” He asked. Was it her imagination, or had his voice grown deeper, sexier?
She was so ready. So ready to climb on top of Nima and lower herself onto the hard shaft that tented his pants. So ready to extinguish the ache in her core and experience satisfaction like she hadn’t known in ten years. People in the know said, “Once you’ve had yeti dick, you won’t want to go back...” But Mari knew deep down this was about Nima and her, not his impressive equipment. Or rather, notonlyabout his equipment. Despite what she kept telling herself, she’d never gotten over him.
“Are you ready?” Nima repeated. “Your bathwater is cooling.”
Right, ready for her bath. Not “ready to ride me like a cowgirl?” Mari forced out, “Yes, thanks. I’m ready for my bath. How should?—”
She was going to ask how they should proceed, but Nima’s strong, muscular arms had already lifted her off her feet, bride style. “Mind yourankle,” he said as he squatted and gently lowered her into the water.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked, already at the door, eyes still on hers, never dipping lower.
So. Many. Things.Your face between my legs?Unlike Nima’s gaze, Mari’s roamed over him. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he needed more things too. She silently shook her head, and he closed the door, leaving her alone.
IfMari gave in to her urges, andifNima was interested, she’d better wash up. First get clean, then contemplate getting dirty with her yeti.
CHAPTER TEN
Nima pulled the bathroom door closed behind him and trembled from head to toe. He’d never been so principled in all his life. He’d also never been so hard. But, as promised, he hadn’t let his eyes drift south of Mari’s face. Not even when he’d held her naked body in his arms and the scent of her arousal had left him wanting to thrust into her, mark her, make her his again.
He rearranged his cock as he eyed Mari’s bedroom down the hall. He imagined lying back on her bed as he took himself in hand. Creepy, maybe, and yet so tempting. He wouldn’t do it, but the urge was stronger than he liked to admit.
When placing Mari in the tub, he’d accidentally submerged his sleeves in her bathwater. He removedhis damp flannel and hung it on the back of a chair, leaving him in only a T-shirt and jeans as he tidied up. He switched off the TV and folded the blanket on the couch, then returned the popcorn bowl to the kitchen, washed it out, and set it on the rack to dry.
After that, he placed a fresh glass of water by Mari’s bedside, retrieved an ice pack that was no longer cold, and straightened her bed. Her giant blue dildo had disappeared from her nightstand—not that he was looking for it.
But since his mind had gone there... What was he supposed to think about his ex having a silicone replica of his erect cock? It left him with the urge to remind her how it felt to have the real thing buried deep between her thighs. Nima shook his head as he returned to the kitchen. Though it seemed impossible, he needed to stop lusting after Mari.
Before long, she called to him from the bathroom. He adjusted himself again. His uncooperative dick had not retracted into his sheath. He might as well get used to being hard around her.
Rapping on the door, he asked, “Are you ready to get out?”
Water sloshed in the tub. “Yes, come in,” she called.
Game face on. Unless Mari expressed interest,Nima would remain as neutral as possible—where he could, at least. His face? Stoic. His cock? A throbbing iron rod. He pushed open the door and entered the bathroom. Vanilla bubble bath had unfortunately replaced Mari’s lovely arousal scent. His dick didn’t care.
Mari, hair dripping wet, sat in the tub with one knee pulled to her chest, as if shielding her breasts from him. Her injured leg remained straight out in front of her. He tried to keep his eyes on her face but glimpsed the infinity tattoo above her heart. She hadn’t had it removed or covered. It still matched the ink on his own chest. He blinked as he remembered their carefully planned late-night foray to Wildwood Tattoos. They’d been young and in love. Innocent. Never doubting their forever. Those carefree, hopeful days were long gone.
Nima dragged his gaze to the drops of water clinging to Mari’s dark eyelashes as she blinked up at him, her cheeks rosy from the hot soak. He quickly stopped any thoughts of other activities that would make her cheeks flushed and red.
“I tried to wash my hair in the bathwater,” she said. “Now I’m soaking in a mix of bubble bath, shampoo, and conditioner.”
“That’s quite the cocktail.” He motioned to theshowerhead. “Do you want a rinse? We can drain the tub and turn the spray on while you sit there. Or I can help you stand.”
