Page 102 of Risky Pucking Play
"Do you now?" I tilt my head back to look at him. His cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, making his blue eyes seem even brighter.
"Mmm-hmm." He helps me out of my coat, hanging it beside his on the rack. "I'm thinking a hot bath. Lots of bubbles. Maybe some wine."
I raise an eyebrow. "That sounds suspiciously like you've been planning this."
"I plan all kinds of ways to get you naked." His dimple appears as he grins. "It's basically my favorite hobby."
He takes my hand, leading me toward his bathroom. The floor is heated marble, and the enormous soaking tub sits beneath a window with a view of the Chicago skyline. It's easily big enough for two, with jets positioned at strategic points.
"You start the water," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I'll grab the wine."
I turn the taps, adjusting until the temperature is just this side of too hot—exactly how I like it. Steam begins to fill the room. I find bath salts that smell like sandalwood under his sink and add them to the water. When Nate returns with two glasses of red wine, I'm already peeling off my sweater.
"Best view in Chicago," he says looking at me appreciatively and then setting the wine on the tub's edge.
I smile, reaching for the button of my jeans. "Better than that?" I nod toward the window, where city lights twinkle against the dark sky.
"Not even a contest." He steps closer, his hands replacing mine at my waistband. "Let me."
He undresses me slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed patch of skin. By the time I'm naked, goosebumps cover my body—partly from the temperature contrast, mostly from anticipation.
"Your turn," I say, tugging at his shirt.
His clothes join mine on the bathroom floor. I can't help staring at him—the broad shoulders, the muscled chest, the intricate tattoos. Every inch of him is perfect, a testament to years of athletic discipline. And all of it—every part of this beautiful man—belongs to me now.
He steps into the tub first, then holds my hand as I join him. The water is deliciously hot against my cold skin. We position ourselves with his back against the tub and me between his legs, my back to his chest. His arms encircle me, pulling me against him.
"Better?" he asks, reaching for the wine glasses.
"Much." I take a sip. "This is exactly what I needed. I was at that point where nothing was going to warm me up except getting in the tub."
His lips find my shoulder, then the sensitive spot where it meets my neck. "I still can’t believe how well dinner went. Did he actually say that he’s proud to have me on his team?"
I close my eyes, savoring both the physical sensations and the memory of tonight's milestone. "He did, babe. I never thought my dad would actually approve of us."
"He just needed to see that I'm serious about you." His hands massage my neck and arms lightly.
I turn my head to look at him. "So you’re serious about me, huh?"
His eyes meet mine, steady and certain. "Elena, I've never been more serious about anything in my life."
I set my wine glass down and shift in the tub, turning until I'm straddling him, water sloshing gently around us. His hands settle on my hips, steadying me.
"Show me," I whisper.
His lips capture mine, soft at first, then with growing hunger. The kiss deepens as his hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, drawing a gasp from my throat.
"Sometimes I look at you and can't believe you're mine."
"I'm yours," I assure him, rolling my hips against his growing hardness. "All yours. Now what are you going to do with me?"
His hands move to my ass, guiding my movements as I rock against him. The water swirls around us, adding another layer of sensation. When his fingers slide between my legs, I moan, my head falling back.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, watching my face as he touches me.
I grab him, water dripping from my fingers as I ride his hand. He knows exactly how to touch me—where to press, how fast to move, when to slow down to draw out my pleasure.
"Nate," I gasp as the tension builds. "I need you inside me."
