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Purpose.
A man without it is merely a shell with a heartbeat and no soul.
I pull her in for a hug, holding her tight, reinforcing her safety. And with her this close, all the stupid things that have kept me from her seem inconsequential. This whole situation has knocked me on my ass. Come from left field. What’s happening, it can’t be wrong, because it feels too fucking right.
I’ve been waiting for her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, withdrawing, worried.
I reach for her cheek and stroke it with the back of my finger. “I said we’d do something tonight.”
“Does that mean you can’t?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I want to take a bath with you.”
She exhales, unsure. “What?”
“A bath.” I stand, placing her down. “With you.”
“I thought you’d . . .” She pauses. “Well, I thought we would?—”
“Fuck like rabbits all night?” Fuck me, we can’t because, dumb me, I forgot to pick up some condoms and Doc’s nowhere to be found.
“A bath,” she says, looking at the door into the bathroom. “You want to have a bath.”
“Yeah.”
“With me?”
“With you.” What’s going on? She looks stunned by the suggestion.
“I’m not sure I can.”
The uncertainty I see in her gaze hits me in the gut. She’s not sure? It’s just a bath. “Pearl, you can do anything in the world,” I whisper, directing her backward steps into the bathroom, my face close to hers. I place her on the vanity unit. “I’ve got you.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, lick her lip ring, and inhale her lavender.
“You’ve got me,” she replies, looking like she’s turning that statement over in her mind as she stares at the tub. I leave her on the vanity and flip on the faucets, adding bubbles and lavender, inhaling the potent hit of my favorite scent. I’ll talk to Beau, get her thoughts on this . . . situation. I know she’ll hear me. And threaten me. I don’t plan on hurting Pearl. Doesn’t mean it won’t happen though.
When I face her again, she looks like she’s in a trance. “Look at me,” I order, frowning. Fuck me, that man she saw on the street has hit her hard.
She tears her stare away from the tub.
“I’ve got you,” I say again, moving in, crowding her. “Always.” My eyes flit across her face, blood trickling into my dick as she starts to breathe heavily. Fuck . . . me. I reach for the small gold ring and circle it with the tip of my tongue, ensuring I only touch the metal.
She moves fast to catch my lips. “I want you,” she murmurs urgently, cupping me over my hardness. And clearly, I want her too. But I am not putting myself inside her without protection until I’ve got the okay from Doc. Period.
I take her hand and remove it. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s been seven days.”
Fuck. “I think we should hold off one more day.” I need to distract her. “To be certain.” I start to strip down, her attention acute as I build a pile of clothes next to me until I’m naked, reveling in her awe. “Your turn.” I lower to the edge of the tub as her eyes dart to mine in question. “Take your clothes off.” I spread my thighs, feeling the engorged, pulsing head of my cock dripping with need. I circle myself at the root, inhaling. Pearl’s eyes fall to my lap, her breath lost on an audible, sharp hitch. I am not going to need much friction, my dick already locked and loaded. I draw my fist up my shaft, taking my spare hand to the edge of the bath for support, and she watches, engrossed. “Pearl.” I strain her name, gritting my teeth before I draw back down. She reaches for the bottom of her dress and pulls it up over her head. And my eyes cross at the sight of her curves, her breasts bulging against the lace material of her bra. I draw back up. Breathe in. Eyes fixed on her chest as she reaches behind her and unhooks the catch. Her bra falls into the crook of her arms, and I look at her as she blows a strand of hair from her face. Bites her lip.
“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Killing me fucking gently. “Drop it.” I start a slow thrust of my fist, up and down, the rate manageable. But not for long. Her bra hits the floor. “Jesus.” I squeeze myself, holding back my release, and stand, taking a few breathes to find my control again. I’m sweating. Reaching for her nape, I pull her close and swap my hand for hers, staring down at her. “Slow,” I order, starting to guide her hand up and down as I trace the edge of her panties. Her green eyes explode with anticipation. When she’s got her rhythm over my cock, I leave her to work alone, holding the back of her head, tilting it, absorbing the lust emblazoned all over her face. I push a finger past the seam of her panties, and her rhythm falters for a second before she finds it again. “Concentrate,” I whisper, making her blink rapidly before closing her eyes. I watch her face in fascination as I push a finger into her sex, the soft, warm, spongy vessel throbbing around me. Her lips part, her hand starting to shake as she strokes my raging hard-on. I add my thumb to her clit and she croaks her despair, starting to shake before me.
“Brad, stop.”
