Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone outside of my circle before. It’s more than the forced proximity, but I’m not ready to name it yet.
Are you falling for him, Winnie?
I couldn’t be.
“You like him.”
I really do.
“Win?”
I let my hand slide down his chest to his stomach, stopping before I reach the impressive erection standing like a sentinel between us. “Yes, Michael?”
His eyes narrow on my face. “You were going to tell me what you needed.”
“I was going to argue that I didn’t need anything, and then you were going to end the argument by carrying me somewhere. Let’s change things up. There is something I’m dying to do right now.”
“Name it.”
“I want to take care of you for a change. I’d like to wash you, if you don’t mind. Any problems with that?”
He bares his teeth in a grimace of restraint that shouldn’t be as arousing as it is. “No problems. But if you keep touching me the way you are now, we might not make it downstairs, and I know you won’t be happy about that.”
“Handcuffs wouldn’t work for that, but maybe if you blindfolded me and found a way to distract me from those horrible design choices,” I tease before smiling at the disappointed grunt he makes when my hands leave him to reach for the soap. “I know it’s hard, sir, but I’m going to need you to try and relax for me.”
“It’s very hard, Win. Especially since you mentioned blindfolds.”
“Interesting. Poor Michael.” I lather my hands and then run them over his strong shoulders and down his body again, tracing his tattoo and sliding my fingers through the silky hair on his chest.
He lets out a shuddering exhale, his fingers tightening on the curve of my ass. “I’m not sure this is going to relax me.”
“Ye of little faith.” I take time massaging his neck, then circle my arms around him to wash his back. He’s holding himself still, and I don’t know if he’s worried about making the wrong move or worried I’ll stop. “You aren’t used to being on the receiving end either, are you?”
The muscles in his back ripple and I press my lips against his neck, laughing softly. “I’m talking about having someone take care of you. Look after you.”
He glances at me through his lashes. “Not really, no.”
“Not even a massage? No one just spent hours with their hands on you, working out the kinks, or maybe working in a few kinks? Nobody took one of those Hitachi wands and just made a few mistakes on your body that you felt wrong later for liking?”
His shoulders shake with silent laughter for a second, then he sighs happily as I work out a tight knot of tension. “I think I’d remember something like that.”
“You really would.”
I wrap my arms around him again, soaking in his strength as I wash every bit of skin I can reach. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him. Does he not eat his own baked goods?
“This feels good, Win.” His voice is so low I strain to hear him. Deep and guttural as he inhales through his nose. “You have great hands.”
“A lot of lotion and easy city living,” I say absently, tracing hypnotic patterns up and down his arms. I could touch him for hours. Just touch him, and be satisfied. “I’ve tried to get calluses, but they never take. Where did you get yours? The ranch?”
He nods. “Helping my uncles with the fencing and animals. And cooking.”
“Calluses from cooking?”
“Hot pans, hot grease, sharp knives.” His eyes are closed and he’s leaning into my touches now, his defenses falling as I watch. “It’s a dangerous pastime when you’re just learning and you don’t have a microwave or a supply of frozen pizza rolls.”
“Sassy Numpy.”
“Still not my name.”
I scrub the hard flat stomach I’d love to get my mouth on and he sucks in a breath. Then his expression heats when I stroke his cock twice before moving my hands to a safer location. “Just being thorough.”
He swallows hard. “Thorough is good.”
Stopping myself from crossing the line when my erection is pulsing in time with my heart and he’s looking at me like that is a challenge. But he deserves at least this much from me.
You want to please him.
I’m panting a little over his firm muscles as I say, “Look at us, two guys who suck at being pampered, just lounging in a bath and shooting the breeze. How very European of us. Or Roman, depending on how far back you want to go. It’s nice, right?”
“That’s one word for it.”
“This is actually my first time. I’ve been in hot tubs with friends before, but I’ve always bathed alone.” I’m soaping his shoulders and chest again. I can’t seem to stop touching him. Or talking. “Bex makes me read these books, and I swear, each and every one has a sex scene in a shower. Or under a waterfall, which is the fantasy romance version of a shower. I’ve never done that either.”