Melting the Ice(141)
The way he touched her, moving his hands over her body as if he were exploring her for the first time, never failed to send her nerve endings into overdrive. Her nipples peaked hard and tingled as he wound his hands down her sides and over her butt.
He dragged his lips over her jaw and across her neck, his hand roaming up her back to reach for the zipper on her dress. She shivered as he pulled the zipper down.
“Cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Come on. Let’s go to your bedroom.”
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, stopping next to her bed. He turned her around and pulled the dress from her shoulders, kissing the top of her spine. Goose bumps pricked her skin, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. She pulled the long sleeves of her dress from her arms, then let the dress pool to the floor.
“Now there’s an outfit,” he said.
She looked down at her peach and cream lace and satin bra and panties, and the heels she still wore. She sat on the bed and lifted her foot for him to remove her shoe. He took one shoe off, then massaged her foot.
“Oh, God, that feels so good.”
“You were on your feet all day.” He took the other shoe off, holding the stiletto heel in his hand. “How do you women walk in these things?”
“We make sacrifices for the sake of beauty and to make our legs look good.”
He tossed the shoe to the floor and rubbed her foot. “You could wear bunny slippers and your legs would look smokin’ hot.”
He moved from one foot to the other, and the combined pain and pleasure was so good it was better than any foreplay.
“You could do that for an hour or so and I won’t complain.”
“You need a hot bath. You’re probably exhausted.”
“What about the sex?”
He grinned. “We’ll get to it.”
He started into the bathroom.
“Drew. Wait.”
“What?”
“I’ll agree to the hot bath, but only if you take it with me.”
“I’ll take it with you, but only if there are no bubbles in there.”
She laughed. “Deal.”
She followed him into the bathroom. She loved her oversize tub with the jets. She sat on the side and turned it on.
“You’ll probably enjoy the bath, too.”
“I’ll like being in there with you. Naked.”
She shook her head. “Men and their one-track minds.”
“Blame the penis.”
He got undressed, and Carolina shed her underwear and put her hair up. By then the tub was mostly filled, so Drew held her hand while she climbed in. He got in behind her. The water was hot and enticing, and Drew was right. This was exactly what she needed after a long, stress-filled day. Warm water, the jets billowing around her aching body, and the man she loved giving her a magnificent shoulder rub.
“So how does it feel?” he asked.
“Mmm,” she said. “It feels fabulous.”
Drew laughed. “No, not the shoulder massage, though I’m glad that feels good. I meant how does it feel to be a success?”