“If I leave, I won’t be able to help dry and dress you.”
“You’re not drying me, Eadric.”
“Did you hear that? She didn’t say no to dressing her.”
I gave a choked laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”
He placed that hand back in the water and reached for the other. In the process, he brushed the back of his hand over my breast.
“Are you determined to slyly touch every inch of me before this bath is done?” I asked.
“No. Just your breasts. It drives them mad that I can get away with that much when they get cuffed for much less. My success in the face of their failures is good for their spirits.”
“How so?”
“It keeps them humble and determined.”
I tipped my head to look at Edmund. “Do you feel humbled and determined?”
“Very,” he said, not meeting my gaze.
I lifted a hand to touch his cheek. His gaze met mine then dipped to the tub. Eadric’s fingers gently plucked at the nipple that was now out of the water due to my position. I tried to drop my arm, but Edmund caught my hand and kept it pinned to his cheek.
“Will you kiss me, Trouble?”
“No.”
“Perhaps she’s tired of giving all the kisses and wants one in return,” Eadric said a moment before his mouth closed over my breast.
I gasped and stared at Edmund with wide eyes.
A glow appeared under his shirt, growing stronger with each swirl of Eadric’s tongue.
“Breathe, Trouble,” Edmund said, leaning closer.
He brushed his lips over mine, adding to the confusing emotions storming me.
The light in the room increased with each shuddering breath and exploded to blinding levels when Eadric drew my nipple firmly into his mouth.
“Enough, Eadric and Edmund,” Brandle said. “We agreed to take only what she freely gives.”
Edmund drew back enough to look at me.
“Kiss me, Trouble. Please.”
The sexy bow of his bottom lip beckoned me. I wanted more. More kissing. More touching.
Eadric’s mouth left me.
“Did you like my kiss, Sparrow?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and tugged my hand free of Edmund’s hold.
“Is my hair rinsed?” I asked instead of answering.
“It is.”
“Go. Both of you.”