Page 56 of Lamb

“That’s not what I meant,” I cut her off. Her observational skills weren’t lacking, but her inference needed some work. I got up off the stool and turned, heading over to a cabinet and pulling out the small pack of razors kept stock underneath.

“Thanks.” Ash reached for the razor, holding her palm outstretched.

I pulled it out of reach.

“Hey!” she snapped.

I shook my head at her, enjoying the frustration wrinkling her nose and small creases appearing between her brows. I wanted to smooth the line with my thumb and bite the tip of her nose with my teeth.

I sank back down on the stool, pulling it closer to the edge as I did. Bathing in the sharp tingles of Ash’s gaze watching with weary eyes, I saddled up next to her. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head before tossing it to the side. Steam immediately groped the bare skin, a soft sheen coating my muscles and abs. I caught a sliver of Ash’s tongue peeking between her lips, and I wrangled myself in control.

Ignoring my throbbing dick, I pretended not to see the lust burning across her cheeks and chest with that soft red flush I craved to taste and sunk my hand beneath the water. Electricity seared through my skin as my fingers skimmed over hers, my larger, wider hands securing her legs with much more grip and ease than her own, smaller ones.

Her hand escaped my grasp, jerking back to her chest, but her legs stayed firm in my grip, her shallow panting breaths swirling the steam dancing over the surface of the water.

I changed my focus, ignoring the whimpering, begging cries from behind my zipper, brought the razor to her skin, and began my work. I was smooth and precise, a trail of perfectly polished skin left behind with each stroke of my hand.

For something so simple and mundane, it soon grew into something else. With each smooth stroke, I could feel the tremor of Ash’s thighs rippling down to her calf and could hear her bated breaths growing louder with lust.

Inch by inch that I glided had her riling further and further, and all I wanted to do was sink my fingers deep into the pussy I knew was calling from the depths of the water. I wanted to lick my fingers, curious how much of her I could taste in the water already, like a shark called to blood. I longed to search for the part of her that needed me most.

Despite my overwhelming urge to touch her, I was addicted to the slow, languid movements of my hands, delighting in the way she built with each swipe of the blade, absolute power, and control, and trust trapped in my minute movements.

I nearly caved when I moved onto her other leg, her hips bucking against my knuckles as they grazed her. I wanted to abandon my project and start a new one that would have her screaming my name, but I needed to finish my first. I saw everything through to the end. Always.

“Why?” I spoke, hiding the strain tugging at my throat, needing something to distract my mind from the all-consuming thoughts.

“What?” Ash responded after a beat. Her face was flushed, her hair damp and plastered to her skin, a smooth sheen glowing across her amber face.

“Why did you want to shave your legs?” I reiterated, my words slow and controlled.

“Does it matter?” Ash grunted, her hot and bothered attitude brimming with frustration.

I repositioned my blade at the top of her knee, letting my pinkie finger graze the edge of her calf. Her leg twitched, and I fought back for mental control. My little teasing touch was doing as much mental damage to myself as it did to her.

“It doesn’t,” I agreed. “But I’m curious.”

“Why do you care?” Ash shifted in my hands, trying to wiggle in my grip. I tightened my hand around her calf, squeezing the soft, bitable flesh in my hands. I raised the blade from her skin until she understood my message, her resistance fading.

I placed my blade against her again. “If you wanted to do it for yourself,” I said, following the last and final line of fine hairs, completing the perfect picture of polished skin. “That’s fine, but if you’re doing it in any way because of me …” My voice dropped, and a deep rumble rose. It lilted my words and brought a fire into my chest. The one brewing in the furnace at the base of my spine, in my jeans, and in the back of my mind was now blazing and roaring.

If even just the seed of the thought had been planted in her mind that she wanted to incite me, tempt me, or seduce me … I would be tipping over the edge of a cliff I hadn’t noticed I was standing on until this late.

I let my gaze crawl up the inches to her face, little by little, her leg still held firm in my grasp, anchored within my control.

“Answer me,” I breathed, my eyes finally fixed on hers, pupils dilated and damp, wet lips floundering to speak. Her bright red face spoke volumes, the lust mixed with surprise and caution screamed words to me. Guilty as charged.

“No,” Ash breathed, words weak, eyes betraying.

I dropped the razor in my hand, and before I thought about what limb to move, I was already there. My hand gripped her jaw, my lips slamming into hers, punishing and consuming, greedy and needing. Ash’s gasp dissolved on my tongue, her hands grasping my arms, fumbling and fighting to brace against me.

Water sloshed against my skin, sizzling and dissolving into the rising steam as the heat building inside of me was overflowing and out of control. I released her calf, sliding down beneath her thighs, fingers grazing the soft globes of her ass as I angled for a better grip.

I hoisted her up to the edge of the bath, needing her closer and tighter against my skin. I was braced over the top of her, my groin painfully crushed into the edge of the tub, fighting against the smooth edges of the porcelain and the desire to bring her to me.

It wasn’t enough.

Using newfound strength, I lifted. One hand under her ass, the other slipping around her back. I broke the kiss, my lips throbbing in pain and begging for warmth, as I pulled her straight out of the water, rocking back onto the stool, her body slapping flush against my wet chest and her bare ass soaking into the thick denim of my jeans.

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