Removing his watch, he placed it on the sink. He took his time ridding himself of his clothing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking up his body.
His cock twitched, but he nudged her forward. “I’m getting in the bath with you. I’ll keep you nice and clean, baby.” His cock, with a mind of its own, made its presence known. Nothing he could do would stop the arousal crashing over him.
Trying to be good, he pushed her cherry blonde hair off her shoulder, exposing the length of her neck. She shivered, and glancing down her body he saw her beaded nipples. Shit, she was as turned on as he was.
****
Kelsey didn’t know what was happening to her. No man had seen her naked before. Had Killer seen her naked when he saved her from herself? He had to have. She’d been completely naked with nothing between them to keep her safe.
All the time they’d been together they hadn’t been naked in each other’s company. Now they were alone, naked in a bath. She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her back. His hands pushed the hair off her neck. Closing her eyes she bit her lip as his kissed her neck.
Her nipples tightened, and her pussy pulsed awakening once again for him.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
“I know, baby.” He reached around stroking her neck.
Her pulse pounded against her skin. He had to feel it against his fingers.
“Kelsey,” he said, nibbling on her neck.
Resting against him, she felt whole. Like the whole mess they’d been in was in fact a fantasy or bad dream while this was the truth.
“I love you,” she said.
Down his fingers went to circle her nipples. Arching up, she wanted his touch to be harder.
“You drive me crazy when you say that.”
Within seconds, he pulled away, removing his hands from her body. “No, we can’t do this tonight,” he said.
Turning around to stare into his eyes, she frowned. “Why can’t we do this?” she asked.
“I’ve just kidnapped you from the hospital. You’ve got bandages on your inner wrists, Kels. I’m not going to fuck you for the first time tonight or in the bath.”
He gripped her arm, turning her back toward him.
“We can.”
“No, don’t argue with me. You’re not ready to take my cock, and I’m not about to feel guilty for what I want to do to you.”
She watched him hold the sponge and start to soap her body. Kelsey wanted to argue with him. He was being unfair. Kelsey trusted him to help her get out of her marriage with Michael. Her marriage was only on paper. Neither she nor Michael had any feelings for each other. Killer was the man she wanted. She was ready to have sex with him.
Really? You’re ready to fuck Killer?
Pausing she felt his touch all over her body. Did she want to have sex out of need or just so her first time was with him?
Her love for Killer was absolute, but with the presence of Michael, she had started to doubt their ability to stay together.
“I see you’re thinking about what I’ve said.” He kissed her temple before washing her hair. She stayed still even as he washed himself. When they were finished, he climbed out.
His cock stood straight out and rock hard.
She kept her gaze on his shaft, watching the tip leak his pre-cum out of the tiny slit.
“You’re turned on,” she said, pointing at his cock, accusing him almost.
He chuckled. “I told you we were not having sex tonight. I didn’t say anything about how much I want to be inside your tight pussy.”
His words made her cheeks feel red hot to the touch.
“We can do something tonight. I’m ready.”
Killer cupped her cheek, pressing his head to hers. “No, you’re not ready at all. You will be, and when you are, there will be no stopping me.”
She watched him hold a towel out for her.
“Come on, baby. It’s time to rest.” She stood up stepping into the towel he held out to her.
As she followed him to the bedroom, he dried his hair with a towel before running it over his body.
His body was to die for. Hard muscle covered in ink. She’d always gotten aroused by the sight of him without a shirt, and now she knew what he looked like completely naked. He bent down over the cases, opening each one.
“Here, I imagine you’ll want to put this on to sleep in.”
Catching the sheer nightwear she turned her back to him to dry her body. By the time she’d put the lace on she wondered what the point was. Anyone with good eyesight would see everything she had on offer.
Killer already lay in bed, staring at her. “Remind me to thank Alex when I see him next.”
“Why?” she asked.
“That,” he said, pointing at her body, “is fucking perfect.” He lifted the covers giving her room to slide in.