Page 103 of Guarded
I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the ground. It soaked up some of the bubbles, which was handy. “Except me now. This was far from relaxing.” As I dropped my jeans, I realised Noah hadn’t said anything. I kicked them off and stepped towards him. “Are you okay?”
He was staring at the water with an odd expression on his face. “I don’t think anyone’s ever run me a bath before.”
There was an ache in my chest that had nothing to do with the bond. “Well, I’m glad I’m your first. You’re my first too, if that helps.”
Noah tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“You’re the first person I’ve run a bath for. I’d have thought that was obvious given how badly I fucked it up.” I hummed, tapping my foot. “Come to think of it, no one’s run a bath for me either. In Hell, they’re filled by running hot springs, so you just get in one.”
Noah cupped my face. “In that case, why don’t I finish running this bath?”
“But I was running it for you.”
“I know.” He slid an arm around my waist and pressed himself in close. My cock thickened against him. I’d insisted on rest before sex, but apparently the message hadn’t travelled that far south. “But how about I finish it, and we get in together? That way, it’s a first for both of us in two different ways.”
“Are you sure? I don’t knowif we’ll fit.”
Noah smirked, sliding his thigh between my legs. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll make us fit. Besides, you deserve to relax as much as I do.”
I opened my mouth to argue. To remind him of all the bullshit Lyle had put him through. How these past few weeks had been far more stressful for him than for me.
But then I caught myself. Why did I want to argue? Why bring up everything Noah was trying to forget? If Noah wanted me to get in the bath and relax with him, why the fuck wasn’t I doing that?
I kissed his forehead. “I like that. You run the bath, and I’ll grab some towels and clean up in here a bit.”
Noah was right. We did fit. It was snug, but honestly, what could be better than having Noah’s naked, wet body pressed against mine?
Nothing. That’s what.
I was behind Noah, with him seated between my legs. He was reclined against my chest, his hair tied up in a messy bun. We’d been here for so long that the water had gone cool twice. That was another handy bonus of being a demon. A quick blast of my power had it steaming hot again.
“This is perfection,” Noah said dreamily, his head leaning on my shoulder. “What a great idea.”
“I have them occasionally.”
He grinned at me, cheeks pink from the heat. “I made it better by suggesting youjoin me.”
I ran my hands up and down his torso. “Not going to argue with you when you’re clearly right.”
“I always am.”
My cock was hard against the small of Noah’s back, but I wasn’t inclined to do anything about it just yet. Nor was Noah, despite being in a similar state.
No, we were happy here. Relaxing and talking.
“Where did you go after Nha Trang?”
I dropped a line of kisses along his shoulder, using them to punctuate my words. “Ho Chi Minh city. It was fun, but to be honest, I didn’t take a lot of it in.”
“You didn’t?”
I paused, my gaze meeting his. “No. I was too distracted worrying about you.”
Guilty eyes cut away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”
“Hey.” I touched his chin, turning his face back to mine. “Believe it or not, I like having someone to worry about.”
“You do?”
