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I see Brewer unbutton his flannel, revealing his bare chest a little bit at a time. It’s all I can do not to reach out and demand he let me touch every one of his defined muscles. I have the urge to trace his tattoos with the tip of my tongue and taste his sweat.
What the hell is wrong with me? What is this pressure in my lower belly? Why am I tingly all over? I swallow roughly, unable to figure out why my body is responding to him like this.
Brewer removes his shirt completely, and I automatically turn away from him. It’s too much. He’s too perfect. Plus, I’ve never seen a naked man before. When I asked him to stay, I didn’t think he was going to get in the tub with me. Would both of us even fit in here?
A deep, rumbling sound comes from Brewer’s direction. It takes me a second to realize he’s laughing. I get the sense he doesn’t do it often. I don’t know if he’s laughing at me being a prude or not, but I don’t care. I’m just happy to hear his laugh.
“Don’t worry, Firefly. I’m just taking my shirt off so it doesn’t get wet while I wash you.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, turning my head to look at him once more. I can’t help it. Just like my feet that wouldn’t stop running up the mountain, my eyes can’t stop from finding his when we’re apart for too long.
“Unless you just want me to watch?”
"Um…" I know my cheeks are burning bright red. It's one of the unfortunate side effects of having such fair skin. When I blush, I blush hard, and everyone knows I'm either embarrassed, ashamed, or in this case, really turned on. That has to be what the dull ache between my legs is. I've never felt anything like it, but looking at him now, the pressure only gets worse. Almost unbearable.
“Shit, not like that,” he rushes to say. “I meant if you didn’t want me to touch you, I’d stay while you touched yourself.Fuck, that’s not… I didn’t mean—"
A laugh bubbles out of me as I watch the gruff, sculpted god of a man stammer and get flustered at his own words. He’s kind of adorable.
“I know what you meant. I think.” I grin at him and wink, feeling flirty for the first time in my life. None of the boys my parents wanted me to marry ever made me feel like being this playful.
Brewer sighs and rubs a hand over the back of his neck as if he’s nervous. What does he have to be nervous about? He towers over me, easily a foot taller and a hundred pounds of muscle heavier than me. I’m naked and vulnerable. I’m the one who should be nervous. Instead, I want to put him at ease.
“Thank you for your kindness, Brewer. If you want to, um… if you want to wash me, I wouldn’t object.”
His eyes snap up to mine, equal parts shock and desire shining through. Slowly, silently, Brewer walks toward the tub and kneels down next to the side, washcloth in hand. He grabs a bar of soap from the sink counter and gets the washcloth soapy before gliding it down my back.
I instantly relax at his touch. Dipping my head down to rest on my knees, I exhale a deep breath. I feel like I'm truly breathing for the first time in so long. As I pull more air into my lungs, the scent from the calming soap he's using fills my head.
“What kind of soap is that?”
Brewer stops rubbing gentle circles on my back. "Do you like it?" he asks, almost tentatively.
“Yeah. It feels so good,” I almost moan. Brewer makes some sort of grunting sound in the back of his throat, which makes me giggle. “Where did you get it?”
“I made it.”
“No way!” I sit up and turn towards him, realizing all too late that I’m showing him my bare breasts. I lift an arm to cover myself, but when I see Brewer’s eyes drift down and settle on my chest, I drop my arm back down. I want him to see me.
Brewer's gaze lingers for a moment longer before he clears his throat and shakes his head as if breaking a trance. "Sage, basil, and lavender. The soap," he stutters out, resuming his gentle washing of my back and shoulders.
He hesitates, and I wonder if he’s thinking about washing other parts of me. The crazy thing is… I think I’d let him.
Brewer surprises me by cupping the side of my face in his free hand. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, angel. But I don’t want to take advantage of you or rush you into anything. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other on every level.”
“Do we?” The question pops out of my mouth before I can stop it.
Brewer rubs his thumb back and forth over my lips in a featherlight touch, sending shivers throughout my body, landing right in between my legs. This man is driving me crazy, and he’s barely even touched me.
"I thought we agreed you were mine," he says softly. There's such tenderness in his voice, it nearly brings me to tears. "I know this is new and overwhelming. I've never felt this way before. I've never had anyone outside of my family here in this cabin, but you belong here. I can't explain it, but you… you're…"
“You too,” I whisper. “Whatever I am to you, you are to me. You make me feel…”
“You too.” He smiles at me. Brewer leans down and rests his forehead on mine. I feel so safe and protected, surrounded by his strength and gentleness.
Before I can think better of it, I tilt my head up and press my lips against his. We both gasp at the intense sensation that flashes through our bodies. I somehowfeelhis pleasure as much as my own. All of my muscles tense up and the air is stolen from my lungs. Brewer cups the back of my neck and angles my head so he can slide his tongue into my mouth. He gives me the air in his lungs, breathing new life into me with each steady stroke.
“Wow,” I whisper once we break apart. My cheeks are flushed, both from what we just did and my stupid remark after.
