Page 9 of Midnight Oil

"I've heard that stuff is good for pain." I slowly lowered the towel. I wanted to give him a clear signal that I wanted this, that I wanted him. He dragged his gaze away from the bruise on my hip to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly.

His throat moved with a hard swallow as his heated green gaze stroked along my naked body to my pussy. He took a sharp breath and pulled his eyes back up to my face. "I'll bring you the oil. You can put it on after your bath." He walked out as if a fire-breathing dragon was close on his heels.

My shoulders slumped in disappointment. I'd made a point of dropping my towel to let him know I was up for a night of fun, but apparently, I didn't make the cut. He had slept his way through the entire female staff at work, but it seemed he had found the one woman he could say no to.

It was yet another stunning moment of embarrassment in a long, embarrassing night. Thank goodness I didn't force myself on him or throw my arms around his neck for a kiss. Although, the towel drop was humiliating enough, I supposed.

The billowing mounds of bubbles and fragrant steam weren't nearly as inviting now as I shuffled dejectedly toward the bath. I turned off the spigot and climbed inside, sinking myself down as deep as I could go in my pillowy quilt of bubbles.

Seven

Quinn

Ipaced outside the bathroom a few times with the bottle of oil clutched so tightly in my hand, I half-expected it to shatter. I needed to recover from seeing Suzy naked. It was a vision I'd imagined more times than would be considered decent. Still, the sight of her standing naked in my bathroom made my pulse race, her pert tits staring up at me with rosy pink nipples, the seductive curve of her waist, the waist I badly wanted to hold tight as I thrust into her again and again, the sweet little triangle of neatly trimmed curls at the top of her thighs. And those thighs. How often I had thought about being pressed between those thighs.

My heart rate had slowed some and my raging erection was fading. The water had stopped running so I counted on her to be completely covered by bubbles. For a second, the dropped towel had sent me mixed messages, and I nearly took it as an invitation. Then, I worried it was more of a test. Suzy already had a shitty opinion of me and my indiscriminate dating life. The last thing I needed to do was deepen that impression by throwing myself at her. She'd had a bad night and I'd invited her to my place with a promise of pampering and relaxation so she could forget about that asshole she lived with.

I took another deep breath and opened the bathroom door. All I could see was the top of her auburn hair over the mounds of bubbles. I relaxed some, thinking I could get in and out of the bathroom with my self-control and dignity intact.

"I'll just put the oil here on the counter," I said quietly.

The water sloshed and she popped her face up above the bubbles. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry I interrupted your soak. I'll leave the oil here." I was making a quick, cowardly exit, something not normally in my nature but then nothing about my feelings for Suzy were normal.

"Quinn," she called softly from the bathtub.

I turned back. "Did you change your mind about the wine?"

"No, I was just wondering—At the risk of humiliating myself yet again, do you mind staying? I thought we could talk. We're both always so busy, we never get much chance to chat at work."

I hesitated only out of self-preservation. Sitting across from the tub, watching her bare shoulders rise above the bubbles, knowing that her luscious body was naked, soapy and wet beneath the surface was going to take more self-control than I had.

"That's all right. It's a silly suggestion. I'm sure you're not the least bit interested in a friendly chat or hanging around while I soak in this tub. You know, I think I might just call an Uber after this. My mom lives just twenty miles from here and—"

I walked over and sat down on the bench. "I don't want you to leave," I said with probably too much force. "I promise I won't touch you. I'm not here to seduce you. I just wanted to take care of you tonight. You looked so miserable sitting alone in the dark and so lost when you saw that woman walking out of your house . . ." My words trailed off, and I held my breath as she lifted onto her knees. She had tied her hair up in a loose knot showing off her long, slender neck. How fucking badly I wanted to trail hot kisses over her flawless skin. The silvery bubbles fell away from her breasts leaving silky wet skin and taut rose nipples.

If this was another test, I was sorely about to fail. I swallowed and was just about to speak when her lips parted.

"What if I want to be seduced, Quinn? What if it's exactly what I need tonight?" Her plump lips turned down slightly. "Though, I'd understand if you aren't interest—"

I crossed the floor in one long step. I reached down and took hold of her arms and lifted her to her feet. Bubbles and water dripped everywhere as I picked her up in my arms. I grabbed a towel on the way out of the bathroom. My heart pounded louder than my determined footsteps in the hallway.

Suzy rested her head against me as I carried her to my bedroom, leaving a trail of bathwater along the way. "And here I thought you didn't want me," she mused as I held her tightly against me, soaking my shirt with soapy water.

"That's on you, Suzy Q, because for the past six months, I've made it clear as day that there is nothing I want more. You just didn't believe me." I tapped the bedroom door with my toe and it swung open.

She trembled slightly as she peered up at me. I kissed her gently. The harder, deeper kisses would come later. Something told me Suzy was the kind of woman who wanted to be seduced slow and easy but fucked with wild passion.

"I could hold you like this, naked and wet in my arms for the rest of the night, but as much as I'd like to think that the tremble in your body is from me holding you, something tells me it has more to do with your wet skin and the cool air in this room."

She reached up and ran her fingers over the stubble on my jaw. "A mixture of both, I think."

I lowered her feet to the ground and opened up the towel. Just like earlier when I'd covered her shoulders with my coat, I wrapped the soft plush towel around her. I rubbed my hands over her back and shoulders.

"Hmm," she sighed. "This is what I call truly being pampered. And this towel." She rubbed her hand over it. "It's like being dried off with a warm, fluffy cloud."

She sucked in a breath as I knelt down in front of her. I patted dry her legs but quickly tossed away the towel. I wrapped my hands around her ass and brought her pussy hard against my mouth. Suzy tangled her fingers in my long hair, holding me harder against her. Soft, mewling sounds cascaded over me as my tongue pushed between the folds of her pussy to the magic button.

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