Page 207 of The Wicked
“How are you so good with your tongue if you don’t have sex often.”
“I don’t know. I’m glad you think I’m good. Want to do it again?”
She laughed, the sound bubbling out of her in waves as she looked away from me, her eyes on the ceiling as the laugh died down.
“Usually, we like to recuperate,” she said, turning her head to me again. “You know, catch our breath?”
“Hm.” I couldn’t look away from her face as my hand went to her stomach, fingers grazing her skin.
“You have a tub?” she asked.
“Hm.”
“I’d like to use it,” she said, her hand rising while her fingers grazed my jaw. “Join me.”
“No.”
She frowned. “No?”
My eyes locked with hers. “I meant… I don’t often use the tub.”
“Let’s go use it together.”
I shifted. “I don’t want to.”
“Why?” she asked, lifting herself with an elbow, making my hand drop from her stomach. “Are you shy to get naked with me?”
I drew a blank look.
She chuckled. “What else do you want me to think?”
I looked away from her, my hand grazing my ring on her finger. “I don’t like too much… water… being under it. I only go under when I’m…” I trailed off.
“Yeah, your fucked-up father,” she voiced into the heavy silence, but then a frown touched her brows. “But you were in the pool with me.”
“Yes. That was because someone was drowning,” I said. “I was distracted because you were there, and I was trying to drown you.”
“What if I promise this time would be different?”
“It won’t—”
She scooted closer to me. “I’ll be there, you’ll be there, and there will be no drowning. Just me and you, in a tub… naked and wet.”
I tried to suppress a groan, but I could see myself raising a white flag.
The scene she just painted played in my head. It was amazing, but the nervousness at the pit of my stomach refused to yield.
Her finger trailed down my naked chest to my stomach. “What do you say?”
I didn’t need to speak. The look in my eyes must have told her I was agreeing to it because she was pulling me out of bed to the bathroom with her.
Surprisingly, my nervousness wasn’t as copious as the anticipation I felt when I saw her naked body standing right before me.
She was beautiful, and I was privileged enough to be standing here right now.
“You don’t plan on entering with your pants, do you?”
My gaze moved to the bathtub, and a small spike of nervousness rocked me. I didn’t let it stay as I dragged my gaze back to her.
