Page 102 of The Duchess He Couldn’t Resist

A sigh of relief left his lips, and he nodded.

“I have asked the staff to prepare a bath,” he said and brought her the silk robe to wrap her body.

He was ready to pick her up again when she held him by the wrist.

“You are hurt too, Your Grace.”

Brandon looked down at his body as if he had only realized that he was dirty and bloody.

“It’s not my blood,” he said.

She pulled him down on the bed more firmly, and it was her turn to help him out of his clothes. Her touch ignited him.

“You really enjoy playing the nurse,” he teased her.

“The problem is we are not playing. You keep getting hurt,” she scolded.

She then took a clean cloth into clean, warm water and took the filth off his skin. And with each touch, she healed parts of him that he thought would remain an open wound. She gave him life after his revenge. The best part of his life. He looked at her, mesmerized, as she was cleaning him.

He grew impatient and passionate. He didn’t allow her to finish. He cradled her in his arms, ignoring her little gasp, and made his way to the connected bathroom. The hot water had made the place steamy, as if they were almost entering a magical realm.

Without putting her down, he took off her robe and gently placed her inside the water with extra care for her feet.

“Is the water to your liking?” he asked.

Marigold made herself comfortable in the big tub and looked at him with those golden eyes.

“Come in with me,” she asked.

Brandon froze for a moment. He had been struggling with himself ever since they entered his room. He was trying to be good and patient and care for her. But as he dove into the honey of her look, he decided that he had been nice enough. By the way Marigold looked upon him, she didn’t want nice anymore.

He dropped the undergarment he had left on and stepped into the tub. Marigold moved, and he settled against the curved back of the bathtub. He then snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

Marigold gasped and chuckled as she leaned against him. Somehow this happy little noise made his heart leap. Without a single word, he grabbed the bar of soap and worked it in his palms. A rich, fragrant lather filled his hands. He placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing the skin softly. His fingers weaved through her hair and set it aside, revealing her elegant back to him.

His hands moved, taking a pass down her spine to her waist. Everywhere he touched, her body shivered deliciously. More lather, and this time he started from her neck down to her arms and then the sweet swell of her breasts.

When the soft foam and his firm fingers went over their aching peaks, she arched back on his chest. Brandon didn’t waste the opportunity. His mouth found that sensitive spot on her neck and grazed his teeth over it.

Marigold gripped the edges of the bathtub, and Brandon smiled against her skin. His hands moved lower to the dip of her waist and the flesh of her thighs. As if on instinct or on pure need, Marigold let her knees fall open for him.

Brandon growled against her neck and licked her ear.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered.

She responded with a deep moan that resonated off the walls of the bathroom. His hands reached down to gently clean her most intimate parts. He started tenderly, and yet Marigold ground against it.

“Is this something that you wish for, sweetheart?” he tortured her.

She didn’t answer but grabbed his arm to keep him where she needed him the most.

“Tch,” Brandon chastised playfully. “You will have to use your words, Marigold. I will ask again, and remember what happens when you don’t answer. What do you wish for?”

“Please,” Marigold begged. “Touch me, please.”

He kissed the skin on her neck to reward her then used both hands to open her more to him. Marigold gasped in surprise, but the sound was drowned into something else entirely when his fingers reached her core.

She was already wet, and it had nothing to do with the warm water around them. It was her slick, pulsating desire. He wanted to make her feel good, to dispel her torment and ordeal, so he entered her first with one finger.