Page 29 of Bride ’N Boots

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said, my voice raspy with want.

“What’s that?”

“You can wash my hair, but I get to wash all of you.”

His blue eyes darkened. “That’s a pretty good fucking deal.”

I grinned and I held up my soapy hands. I put them to his chest and began to wash in circles. His pecs, his biceps, his shoulders.

Then I went southward, down his belly and hips, straight to his thighs, purposely avoiding the part of him that was most eager for my touch.

He growled when I crouched so that I could wash his lower legs.

“Turn,” I commanded.

He clenched his fist but did as I bid.

I lathered up some more and then dragged my fingers up the back of his legs and thighs. And then I couldn’t help myself. I bit the meaty part of his backside.

He laughed.

I held on to him while I stood, mindful of the slippery tub. When I saw his back, I gasped.

“What?” Stratton looked at me over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Your back!”

I gently washed the crescent gouges on his shoulder blades.

“I told you to draw blood,” he said with a smirk. “I like that you know how to take directions.”

My eyes lifted to his. “I’m good at following directions.”

“Yeah?”

“Give me one. And watch how well I follow it.”

With a lusty grin he turned his body so he could face me. “You missed a spot.”

His hand guided mine to his erection.

I curled my soapy fingers around him and slowly began to pump him.

“Good so far,” he croaked, his head bent so that his mouth was close to my ear. “But you can be a little rougher.”

“I can?”

He nodded.

I clenched and unclenched my hand, sliding my grasp almost all the way to his crown.

Stratton shuddered. His hand splayed my hip, pulling me toward him.

“Kiss me,” he commanded.

I gave him my mouth.

He gave me his tongue.