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y, but hesitated with his fingers at the waistband of his boxer-briefs.
She hadn’t been lucid in days, what were the chances she would miraculously recover her senses just as he was undressing? And even if she woke while he was in the bath, he could always summon attendants to come show her back to her room while staying concealed beneath the water.
Aaron shoved that last piece of clothing to the floor, freeing the turgid length of his erection to the warm, humid air of the bathing chamber. He walked into the warm pool, submerging himself in the hot water up to his neck and bringing his fingers to wrap around the aching length between his legs, willing his cock to calm the hell down.
He would not think of Calliope’s beautiful face or how good it had felt to hold her. He would not think of the sweet smell of her hair or the way her eyes glittered with intelligence in those moments when her lashes fluttered open before closing once more.
It was the thought of her eyes that made him turn around to find her watching him. Truly watching him, with her lips parted and a flush staining her cheeks.
CHAPTER FOUR
Calliope
As soon as Aaron dropped his boxers to the floor, Calliope knew this wasn’t a dream.
She had done a lot of dreaming in her day—and even more fantasizing—but she’d never dared to imagine a king in his birthday suit. She rarely imagined anyone in his birthday suit, even Jamie, the shepherd who had taken her ancient virginity the summer before.
Well, especially not Jamie. He was so thin, despite his lovely dark eyes.
Unlike Aaron.
It somehow felt right to call him Aaron, even though he was a king.
Aaron was six feet of pure muscle and possessed of wide shoulders that tapered down to a finely toned back and a firm, round bottom. She wanted to run her hands over his hard flesh, to taste the flavor of his golden skin, and to tease her fingers along the rigid length she had glimpsed as he had walked into the bath.
Strangely, the urge and the image it conjured in her mind didn’t cause her shame or embarrassment. She’d only been with one man and had never been besieged by carnal desires, but she was besieged now and not inclined to blush at her lurid thoughts. She didn’t know how she came to be in the castle or why the king had brought her to the baths, but she knew exactly how she would like to spend her time now that she was there.
Her nipples tightened against the soft fabric of her robe as she pushed herself up to a seated position. Her arms trembled slightly, but whether it was from disuse or the lust surging through her, she couldn’t say.
Then, as if summoned by her longing, Aaron turned around.
Her breath caught. Goddess, he was even more handsome in person than in his pictures.
Warm brown eyes sparkled in a face that was masculine perfection, graced with high cheekbones and a pair of full lips that begged to be nibbled. Calliope’s lips parted and a soft, needy sound escaped her throat.
Never had she been so consumed with the need to touch a man, to press her bare body to his and beg him to fill every aching place inside of her, to merge with her until she forgot there was such a thing as separate skins. She wanted to lick the beads of water from his chest, run her fingers through his damp hair, and pull his mouth down for a kiss neither of them would ever forget.
He returned her heated stare, unblinking.
They both seemed to be holding their breath, afraid to break the spell that allowed them to gaze at each other with such undisguised longing.
“Calliope.” That was all he said—simply her name—but that was enough.
She brought her fingers to the tie at her waist and tore at the fastening, hands shaking as she opened her robe and let it fall to the cushions behind her. The hungry sound that escaped Aaron’s lips as she bared herself to him so exactly mirrored the way she was feeling that she didn’t hesitate to stand and make her way to the bath.
He met her on the steps, pulling her into his arms.
Calliope gasped as her cool flesh made contact with his warm, wet body, a sound he swallowed with his mouth upon hers. He claimed her lips with a kiss that tore more starving sounds from her against her will. She didn’t want to seem too desperate, too wanton, but it was as if she had never known the meaning of those words before Aaron had touched her.
“You intoxicate me,” he mumbled, not interrupting their kiss for a moment as he pulled her into the water. Once they were both submerged, he hitched her legs around his waist and pressed her back against the wall of the bath.
“Yes, me too,” she breathed.
“Completely out of—”
“—my mind with it,” she finished as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Her tongue tangled unabashedly with his as she arched her back, luxuriating in the feel of his crisp chest hairs teasing her nipples. Her hands smoothed down his strong back to his bottom, pulling him closer, pinning the heat of his arousal between his body and hers. He groaned as she tilted her hips, shamelessly rocking against his hardened shaft.
