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He laughs again, this time leaning down and scooping me into his arms. “Westin,” I protest, as he cradles me against his hard chest and carries me into the bathroom.
Setting me down on the toilet, he leans over and begins running a bath. Within seconds, he’s picking me back up and setting me gently inside the tub. There's not nearly enough water yet, but it's so warm and feels amazing on my tired body.
“Scoot up,” he directs me.
I do as he says, shifting forward so that he can squeeze in behind me.
Once he’s settled, I lie back against him, my head resting on his chest. He works slow circles across my shoulders and down my arms as the water fills around us, only stopping long enough for me to sit up and shut the water off once it is threatening to spill over the sides of the standard size tub.
We lie like that for a long time. So long that the water is now only lukewarm and my hands are so wrinkled they look like prunes.
“I've decided something,” he finally breaks the silence.
“What's that?” I ask, angling my face up so I can look at him.
“I've decided I’m never letting you leave this tub.” He grins, sliding his soapy hands down my wet body before cupping my breasts.
“I think eventually you're going to have to let me leave. Besides, the least you can do is feed me,” I say, rubbing my stomach.
“Is my girl hungry?” He laughs, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Very.” I turn my face back around, sliding my body against his groin. “Very hungry,” I say again, this time as sexy as I can muster. He groans behind me, his body stiffening against mine.
“I think maybe you're right,” he says, sitting up slightly and taking me with him, his face going into the crook of my neck. “We probably should get out. Otherwise I’m going to take you again right here, and honestly, I don't know if either of our bodies can take anymore right now,” he rasps into my ear, causing goosebumps to freckle across my skin.
“Speak for yourself.” I laugh, pushing my body away from his and into a standing position. Without a word, I exit the tub and walk completely naked out of the bathroom and into the apartment, laughing as he scrambles out of the tub after me.
It takes only moments before he catches me and pins me against the door frame of my bedroom. “You're playing with fire, Miss Ryan,” he growls, nipping at the flesh at my jawline.
“Maybe I like the burn.” I moan out as his hand slips between my legs and against my swollen, sensitive flesh.
“Not yet, my beautiful girl. First, we eat. Then, I’m bringing you back to bed and we’re not leaving until I fly out tomorrow night,” he says, sliding one finger inside of me as he speaks, groaning when I begin slowly riding his hand.
“Fuck, Scar. If you keep doing that.” He presses his body flush with mine.
“Food can wait.” I ride his hand harder when he slips the second finger inside. “I've got ten years of built up sexual frustration. It could be a while.” I smile against his lips, as I feel his resolve slip away.
I know immediately that I’ve won. And when he lifts me up and carries me to my bed, I swear that there is no way that I’m ever going to leave.
