Page 99 of Fight

I chuckle. “See?”

Scottie blows out a breath. “So good.”

As soon as she’s seated between my thighs, I wrap my armsaround her, sealing her back to my front. I lean back, bringing her with me. Laying skin to skin with Scottie might be my new happy place. My lids close, and we sigh at the same time. A small laugh escapes her. Our relaxation is perfectly synchronized.

“I could get used to this,” she murmurs.

“Me too.” I press a kiss to her hair. “You want me to get that dirt out?”

Her palms grip the sides of the tub, and she sits up. “Could you? I tried earlier but couldn’t get it all.”

“Of course.”

I lift the copper handheld showerhead from its cradle and test the water temperature, that should do the trick. I bring it to her scalp, and she tilts her chin higher to give me more access. I jostle the saturated strands, raking through them with my fingers. I’m pleased to see the tiny black specs of dirt and sand peppering the bathwater.

“It’s coming out now,” I reassure her, then smile. “You look hot like this. Clutching the tub and arching your back… I like that.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” she says through a small giggle.

“I’d enjoy it more if you turned around,” I tease.

“If you get the dirt out, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Oh yeah? Anything?”

“Anything.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

I work through each section of her hair. I have to open the drain on the tub at some point because the water is getting too high. After twenty minutes of combing through her locks, I give her the all-clear. I’ll be damned if there’s a spec of sand remaining. I drop the showerhead back into the water and adjust the knob to re-warm the bath.

She moans, adding to the partial erection I’m sporting. Wringing out her tresses, she twists it up and relaxes against my chest. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Her head rests on my shoulder. Holding the handheld showerhead underwater, I use the high pressure to massage our thighs and knees. “You’re going to spoil me.”

My hand slides between her breasts. I brace an open palm at the base of her throat, stroking my thumb back and forth over her soft skin. “You’ve earned some spoiling.”

Bringing the water back to her tired legs I creep higher and higher. She sucks in a breath.

“Just relax,” I croon. A lot of shit has gone down today, and I want to see her unwind.

Scottie melts into me on an exhale.

My hand slips under the water and travels down her stomach. “Still with me?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is soft and seductive. “Don’t stop.”

My middle finger parts her lips, grazing her clit, and she opens her legs wider for me.

Targeting the spray between her thighs has her back arching again. “Relax your muscles, just feel. Ride it out.”

Slumping against me, I bring the pressure to her clit. She startles, then softens her muscles like I’ve instructed. “That’s my girl.” She makes a small O with her lips and takes a slow breath, as if she’s meditating. It’s perfect.

“Whoa,” she murmurs.

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