Brody kept sliding upward around to the front of my thighs, traveling to the sensitive, secret area where my body met my legs.
“A natural redhead,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in the sort, groomed curls at the apex of my hips. He dipped his thumb, sliding into the slit of my body and making brief contact with the swollen, throbbing knob buried beneath the folds.
I reached out and grabbed the wall, no longer able to stand fully upright.
I heard his pleased chuckle, and he abandoned my body to stand up and draw me into the circle of his arms. “I’ll support you,” he murmured, lowering his head and taking my lips.
He coaxed my mouth open with deep, even kisses and then swept that devilish tongue right inside my mouth, twisting around my tongue and making me melt against his bare chest.
We were skin to skin, body to body. The cold button at the waistband of his jeans dug into my lower abdomen, and I pushed against it, my body desperate for some kind of pressure.
In that moment I wished I was taller because the hard length of him straining against his jeans was exactly what I wanted to feel at my core, but it was too high for me to rub against. I made a frustrated sound into his mouth and the kiss broke with his wide smile.
He pulled away and placed his hands beneath my arms, lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather, and set me down into the tub, which was filling with deliciously warm water. I sank down into the silky heat and sighed.
Brody turned off the faucet before the water level could get too high and then he popped the button on his jeans. I watched with heavy limbs as he pulled off the pants and boxer briefs he wore.
His penis was thick and jutted out from beneath a neat nest of short, dark curls, pointing at me like it knew exactly who it belonged to.
I had the perfect view of his entire package as he stood beside the tub, staring down at me as warm water lapped at my skin. His balls were full and heavy, the skin much more delicate looking than the taut casing covering his unbending length.
Without hesitation, I reached up and cupped them in my palm, rolling them around in my fingers and caressing the underside with delicate, light strokes. Brody shuddered and his body jerked. I smiled and dragged my nails down the inside of his thigh.
A low growl filled the air, and I scooted back so there was plenty of room for him to join me.
The water level rose considerably when he lowered his bulky, cut, tattooed form down beside me. Water splashed up his sides and teased the bottom edges of the bandage covering his wound.
“There’s too much water.” I worried, reaching behind me for the stopper, to drain out some of the water.
“Leave it,” he commanded, grabbing my hand and bringing it back around.
“But—”
He shook his head, cutting off my words, and pulled me closer. My bare bottom slid over the smooth floor of the tub and my body came right up against him. His legs were spread so I fit between them, and when I was close enough, he wrapped his calves around my back, caging me in so I was totally surrounded by him.
Brody slid the bands out of the ends of my completely ruined braids and tossed them over the edge. Slowly, he worked his fingers through the tangles in my hair until the length of it trailed down my back and the ends fell into the water.
“Lean back,” he instructed, and it took a moment for me to maneuver because he didn’t move his legs. So I draped my body over him, thrusting my chest up into the sky as my head and shoulders fell back and my hair soaked up the warm water.
I felt him reach forward, bending over me as he worked the water into the entire length of my hair. My eyes slid closed because his touch felt so wonderful.
His mouth closed over one of my bared breasts, and his chest came into contact with my core. My body jerked because my legs were spread around him, and the most sensitive spot on my entire body rubbed against him, making me moan.
Brody drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly, while holding the mound of flesh securely in place. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against his chest. The friction between my body and his was absolutely luscious.
Before I could get too out of control with my movements, he sat back and lifted me up with him. I watched with heavy eyes as he moved the thick, wet mass over one side of my shoulder and away from the bandage I somehow managed to keep dry. He dumped some shampoo in his palm and then worked it into my hair, massaging my scalp and making me purr.
The suds dripped down over my shoulder and ran down my body. Just the very light sensation of the bubbles made my body tighten with even more need.
When he was done washing, he tilted me back once more so he could rinse out all the soap. He watched as I wrung out the moisture, letting it fall into the water, and then twisted it into a topknot and tucked the ends under to keep the heavy weight of it from dripping on my bandage.