He stripped down, flinging his clothes on the floor.
She sank into the steaming water and let out a soft sigh. “Just perfect,” she murmured, her eyes on him.
He settled down on the other side of the tub and found her foot under the water. Heat flushed her cheeks and creamy breasts. Unlike before she didn’t protest, and he gently massaged the sole. How could she think anything attached to her wasn’t beautiful?
Objectively speaking, her feet did show abuse. They weren’t the softest or the smoothest. But they were more amazing for the marks they bore—the way an old Stradivarius was incredible compared to a shiny violin that had never left its velvet-lined case.
She moaned when he found a knot and worked it, then moved to the other foot. Meticulously and with care, he ran his hands over all of her slick legs. She spread them wider as he came closer to her thighs. Her eyes darkened with desire.
“Dane.”
He put his hands on her hips and flexed. “Tell me where it hurts.”
Her throat worked. “Not hurt. Empty.” She took his hand and put it between her legs.
Fiery need slammed through him. Damn, she was so hot, so slick.
Under the water, hidden from view, his fingers explored her most intimate architecture. She let out a soft cry, and he covered her mouth with his.
He wanted everything she had to give, to store it in his memory forever, so he would never, ever forget what she was like in a moment like this.
She parted her lips, and his tongue slipped inside. She met him boldly, their tongues probing and fencing for every texture, every taste. Her delicate hands covered his chest. She pinched his small, flat nipples. He groaned and felt her mouth curve underneath his.
Her back arching, she pressed against him, rocking, the hardened tips of her breasts rubbing against his chest. Using his free hand to adjust the angle of her hips, he slid two fingers into her while circling her clit. Air panted out of her, and her skin took on a deeper shade of rose. From the way her inner walls pulsed, she was damn close.
She wrapped her hand around his wrist. “Not like this. I don’t want to do it alone. I want you with me.”
“I am with you. Now. Always. Forever.”
When she didn’t let go, he used his free hand to cup her ass, gently stroking the crease, then probing further. A gasp tore from her. He curved his other fingers, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside her.
She gripped his shoulders, her eyes glazing with impending pleasure. Her pelvis moved, seeking more.
He gave it to her. He wanted to see her come undone. Hear her scream his name.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her inner muscles gripped his fingers as an orgasm barreled through her like a freight train. She clutched him harder. “Dane…”
He wanted to take her out of the tub, to the bedroom, but her injured hip needed the heat. She put a hand on his cheek and devoured his mouth like the orgasm had never happened—like she was still starving for him.
“I need you inside me so bad,” she said finally when she came up for air.
His heart thundered in his chest, his cock swelling until he thought it might burst. His mouth fused again to hers, he fumbled in the hidden cabinet by the tub for a box of condoms. Anticipation glittered in her darkened eyes when she saw what he had in his hand.
Sitting at the edge of the tub, he took care of the protection. As soon as he was ready, she was on him, her primed body reaching for him with a desperation that matched his own.
Taking her hips in his hands, he plunged into her. Electric pleasure rushed along his spine. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her beaded nipples rubbing against his chest with every hard drive of his pelvis.
His vision hazed and blood thickened. He was so damn close, but Sophia was going to come with him.
Dipping his head, he captured a beaded nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She arched her back, her throaty moans echoing along the bathroom tiles.
He increased the tempo, changing the angle of his hips until he found the perfect position. She screamed, her ankles flexing and toes curling.
Only then did he let go and join her in mindless bliss.
* * *
Sophia relaxed on the bed as Dane ran a comb through her wet, tangled strands. Most people didn’t have the patience to deal with her wavy hair when it was like this, and given how demanding he was, she doubted he would be patient. But he was doing a fine job, and she was too content to complain. After the bath and amazing sex, her muscles felt like warm wax.
“Starting tomorrow, you should really focus on continuing your college,” he said, tugging the tight plastic teeth gently through a particularly messy section.
“Why do I sense you want me to quit working?”
“It will be awkward if you keep working for me. Most people can’t separate their private and personal lives. And there’s the matter of office gossip. It wouldn’t bother me, but would probably hurt your feelings. The infighting can get pretty vicious, especially when it’s directed at a woman. And it’s not like we need your income.”