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I finish my wine, then place my phone on the caddy tray, sliding it carefully down the lip of the tub then submerge myself into the water up to my chin. Tilting my head back to wet my hair, the muffled sound of the bathroom door handle clicks open, and Ash sticks his head through. “Do you need anything? More wine?” He points to my empty glass as I push my wet hair back off my forehead.
“I’m fine, thank you.” I look up at him, moving into the room and resting his back against the wall. “How was work today?” he asks, as if everything is normal between us, which feels oddly comforting and nice.
“Candy and Brayden’s Christmas party is going to be spectacular.”
He nods in agreement. “They always are. It’s you who plans them, after all. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Thank you.” Although he’s seen me naked thousands of times, I suddenly feel self-conscious, realizing I’m completely nude beneath the water, the surface bubbles barely hiding my body.
“Is the water nice?”
“Amazing.” I lift my hands and play with the bubbles between my fingers.
He drops to his knees at the side of the tub and lays his arms along the edge.
Eye level with me, he rests his chin in the crook of his folded arms. “Does it need topping off with hot water?”
“You tell me.” My voice is breathy.
Eyes locked on one another; he dips his fingers below the surface to test it. “It’s still warm.” His tone is low and husky.
Feels hotter now that he’s here.
His fingers move, making the water ripple around me.
His hand disappears, his fingertips finding my stomach. Drawing tiny circles across my body, he tickles me with his touch.
Skimming my inner thigh, passing the place I want him to touch, he traces over my hips and up my waist. I inhale sharply when he cups my breast, then pinches a nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb.
Moving north, he continues, drawing his finger between my cleavage and up the side of my throat, leaving goosebumps in his wake, despite the warmth of the water.
Even submerged, I’m wet for him, the deep throb in my pelvis pulsing with a desperate ache.
His hand appears out of the water and scoops some of the bubbles from his fingertip onto my nose, making us both smile.
“Did I lose you, Lily?” His question is fragile and shaky.
I shake my head left to right slowly, answering no. Because he’s not lost me. Not completely.
My heart aches for my beautiful man. At how confident he appears on the outside to everyone else, and yet when he’s with me, he allows his barriers to come down, showing me his vulnerability.
“Are you still mine?” he asks doubtfully.
I tilt my head up in a nod of reply.
Sliding his arm around the rim of the bathtub, he moves toward me, cupping his hand around the back of my neck. Lips almost touching, he stares at me as he places his wet hand back under the water, tickling my skin again with his fingers as he moves south, down over my stomach, and between my thighs.
Eager for him to touch me, because it’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate, I tilt my hips, his fingers slipping between my pussy lips as he slides a finger inside of me.
I moan in need as the heel of his hand edges my clit and he applies more pressure as he works his finger in and out.
Breath for breath, blink for blink, we move simultaneously as my hips rock back and forth beneath the water.
Desperate for him to kiss me, I lift my hand and grab the back of his head, smooshing our faces together. I can’t wait another second. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I lick it, enjoying his familiar taste and touch.
My skin, no longer accustomed to him, will get a beard rash from the prickly scruff. It’s been weeks since we last kissed passionately.
