He trailed off when he realized Lucy was standing directly in front of him. She put her hands up to his chest to stop his pacing.
“Did you just say you were gonna protect me from him?”
Amos took a deep breath, nodded.
“You’re not gonna let him touch me?”
His breath came out in a grunt. “Fuck, no.”
Her entire demeanor changed. He realized it was a testament to how safe he made her feel. As soon as he promised to protect her, the tension left her body. Her lips parted and her eyes darkened. She dropped her gaze to his mouth. The front of her robe fell open just a little bit and Amos couldn’t tear his eyes away from the slope of her soft breasts, pressing against one another.
“Are you gonna touch me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
He let out a humorless chuckle. “I’m gonna get executed either way,” he said. “So you better believe I’m gonna fuck you first.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Amos considered jumping on her. Maybe lifting her up and sticking his tongue down her throat. But instead he stalked a slow circle around her. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Cocking his head to one side, he reached out and grabbed the knot at the front of her robe.
He dragged her closer and he felt the silk of the robe slide across her skin. His eyes dropped to her chest and his gaze darkened when he realized her nipples were standing up, pressing against the fabric.
Amos slid one finger along the seam of her robe, drawing goosebumps up on her skin. He twirled a finger through a loose lock of hair. Dragged that same finger up her neck.
“He touched you,” Amos said, almost thoughtfully. He thought of every horrible moment that day.
She nodded. Her mouth pulling tight at the memory.
Amos stood up and walked into the bathroom. He quickly turned the taps on, adjusting for temperature. The enormous clawfoot tub started to fill. He came back out to the bedroom and held a hand out to her.
She walked to him and took his hand. The softness of her skin shot straight to his cock.
“First,” he said and pushed the robe off of her shoulder. “I’m gonna wash you.” He leaned down and swirled his tongue over her shoulder. “And then I’m gonna fuck you.”
Her eyes dilated and he watched her clench her thighs together. She liked it when he said whatever the fuck he wanted to say.
He tugged at her and she followed him into the bathroom where curls of steam were coming from the bathwater. Pulling the chair in the corner over to the middle of the room, he sat down and faced her, lacing his hands behind his head.
“You’re gonna strip that robe off for me. Nice and pretty.”
Lucy nodded, her eyes huge and heavy with lust. She undid the knot in the front and dropped the belt onto the ground. Her eyes were begging for sex, her mouth full and pouty. The robe slipped off one shoulder, and with a shrug, the other. Lucy turned her back to Amos and let the robe slip even further. Her lower back was revealed. The robe slipped further.
Lucy let the robe drop completely.
“Come over here,” Amos’s voice ground out. Holy God. This woman was made to tempt him. He’d always appreciated women. Their curves and gracefulness always made him think about touching, tasting. But this woman was like a siren for him. One look at her and his entire body was like why the fuck aren’t we all they way inside that gorgeous creature.
She crossed the room to him and he swooped her up in his arms in one motion. He turned off the taps and then gently set her in the water. Amos turned away from her and picked up a washcloth and soap. He started sudsing them together.
Lucy caught her lip in between her teeth. Maybe it was the motion of the water, or how desperately she needed to come, but her hand floated between her legs. Her thumb gently teased her clit and the sight drew Amos’s eyes like a magnet. Then there was no more teasing. Her first two fingers plunged inside of her.
His eyes took in the expression on her face. Then they fell to her fingers buried inside her own wet heat.
“Fuck it,” he said and tossed the cloth over his shoulder. He ripped his shirt off over his head.
Now that his days were basically numbered, he needed to get this show on the road. No more tempting, no more teasing. No more bullshit. He ripped his pants and shoes off and then he was standing naked before her for the first time.
She gasped at the sight of him, one hand covering her mouth. He looked down to see what she was gasping at, but all he saw was his regular body. His muscles created dark shadows of definition. A light smattering of body hair covered him over.
He supposed she was probably gasping at the sight of his manhood, standing at full attention for her. Lucy sat in the tub, working her fingers into herself. But she paused and looked up at him.