Page 34 of His Weekend Wife

CHAPTER NINE

This was no longer a fantasy. He was still standing there, still watching her silently. A flash of humiliation darted through her as scorching heat seeded from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

Pushing herself to a sitting position and snapping her legs closed, sending water over the edge of the tub onto the floor, she crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to cover herself from his view.

His eyes were blazing, matching the feeling in her core. Then anger trickled down her spine. “How dare you!”

She hadn’t expected an apology, not from Declan of all people, but she certainly hadn’t expected the warm smile that curved his full lips. It made her angrier. She had an urge to pick up the bottle of shampoo and throw it at his head, but she was still too weak from her semi-orgasm to bring her arm over her head. For all her luck she’d make more of a fool of herself.

“The door wasn’t locked.”

“I’m in the bathroom.” Her bottom lip quivered. “Most people expect privacy.”

“I waited in the bedroom for what seemed like a long time. I started getting worried and then I heard you call my name.” His gaze turned soft, concerned, and she hated that her body weakened under his attention.

“I’m in the bathtub.” She was fully aware how her words trembled. “I’m ok. You can leave now!” Why couldn’t she sound more demanding?

He took a step toward the bath. Wrong direction.

“Not so fast,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the tub.

“Uhh…naked here.” She held her arms tighter against her chest, keeping her legs tightly together. What she saw on his face made her weak.

“Relax, bella. I’ve seen it all. Touched it all.” His words caressed her to the soul.

“That was a long time ago.”

“A-ah. I touched earlier remember.” His eyes were now deep orbs of heat.

She was able to wrap her brain around something he’d said. “And I didn’t say your name.” Lord, had he seen what she was doing?

His eyes glazed in humor. “Yes, you did. I heard it as plain as day.”

“You could just be saying that.”

He raised an eyebrow and one corner of his mouth twitched as he wanted to laugh at her. “I wouldn’t.”

Why wasn’t he leaving and letting her scoop herself off the floor of humiliation? That would be the right thing to do, but no, instead he slowly skimmed his gaze down her body, coaxing her pussy to tremble. Although she was covered decently by the water, his heated gaze stripped away all protection and she was exposed. She should be raging, but instead she was nothing but soft bones. In years past, he had witnessed her pleasing herself, many times. On many occasions he’d even encouraged her to touch her body so that he could watch. She’d found it sensual and had enjoyed watching him lose control to the desire raging through him. Back in the early days, she would have done about anything he’d asked. She’d trusted him. Loved him. Needed him more than she could have ever imagined possible. Indeed, she’d been a young fool.

And yet, here now, she was overcome with a desire that made her defenseless.

“You don’t listen very well, Declan Knight.”

His grin could have lit the sky and it did funny, stranger things to her body. “What would you like me to do, bella?”

“Leave,” she whispered.

“I don’t believe you.”

Damn, even she didn’t believe it herself. To deny how much she wanted him was useless.

He dipped his hand into the water and splashed it gently. “Maybe there’s something I can do to help.”

“Help?” She gulped air.

He brought his hands to her knees that she held tightly together and he easily spread them, opening her body, the whirling jets again swirling across her sensitive flesh. She quickly felt her body growing toward release again. His naughty grin didn’t help matters.

“Just relax,” he coaxed. His fingers glided along her inner thigh, as her heart pounded her ribs.

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