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Anticipation cloudedmy thoughts as we climbed the stairs and went down the hall to the bathroom. But when we got there, Malcolm stopped in front of the door and wouldn’t let me enter.
“I’ll get the water going. Go grab some clothes from your bedroom.”
When I returned to the bathroom a minute later, there were at least ten tiny floating flames in the room and the bathtub/shower combo held a steadily growing mound of bubbles. It was perfect.
Malcolm walked over and stood facing me. His blue eyes studied mine as his left hand reached to the side and slowly pushed the bathroom door closed. He locked it before reaching for me. Without a word, he started to take off my leather riding jacket.
"I can—"
He cut me off with a stern smack from his eyes.
So I shut up and let him take care of me.
With the softest touch imaginable, he slid the jacket I'd borrowed off my shoulders, gently caressing my skin after the fabric was gone. His thumbs made little circles down my arms before he circled behind me and carefully unzipped my leather top.
My breath caught when he pushed it forward and his hands brushed the side of my breasts.
I bit my lip as he slowly slid the straps down my arms and then tossed the garment aside.
"No bra," he whispered.
I shook my head and felt him step closer, pressing his erection against my back. Even though he was still fully clothed, I felt every damn inch.
"I'm going to strip you down. And then my fingers are going to touch every inch of your skin."
My nipples pebbled and my stomach heated at his words. It was hard to resist spinning around and pressing a fierce kiss to his lips.
He pushed my pants down, but only so they bunched around my knees. Because Malcolm had other plans. His hands reached my panties. He didn't just slide them down like I expected. He used a fingertip to trace the scalloped lace along my hips, underneath my buttocks, then up around my back and stomach before teasing me by tracing the red lace along my inner thighs.
I was panting by the time he hitched his fingers under the elastic bands at my hips and slowly slid the ends of my bikini briefs up until they crowded my ass and made my nerves sing.
He pulled on my panties hard, which forced me up onto my tiptoes. "Malcolm," I whimpered, excited by what he was doing, but wanting more. More. More.
Malcolm transferred his grip on my panties to one hand and used the other to sweep my hair over one shoulder. "The goal of this game is to see how many times I can make you come while I clean you up."
My eyelids fluttered and a smile drifted across my face. "I think I'm gonna like this game," I murmured.
"Mmmm ... maybe," Malcolm said, before releasing my panties quickly and stepping away. "Now, take them off and get into the tub."
Slightly miffed that he wasn't going to draw out the sensations even further for me, I slid my panties down my legs, wriggling out of them and my pants before I crossed over to the tub, passing by all the tiny floating candle flames that Malcolm had suspended around the room. Lavender-scented bubbles greeted me and I stepped into the water, but immediately recoiled.
The water was ice fucking cold. I jumped out onto the green bathmat.
"What the hell?" I protested, wondering if the water heater was broken.
But Malcolm was at my back again within seconds. His fingers swept over my hips before he nudged me forward until my feet hit the side of the cast iron tub. "Did you know that cold water has stimulating effects on your nerves?"
"What?" I shook my head. "No." He couldn’t be serious? He wanted me to get into an ice-cold tub? That was crazy!
His fingertips traced the front of my thighs, slid in for a second, and then retreated. "What if I told you I want you to get in?"
I turned around in his arms. "Malcolm—" But looking at him was a mistake. The heat in his eyes was so visceral and commanding that it melted my will. No one made me melt the way he did.
"Hayley ... "
Just hearing my name on his lips made my knees weak, and I knew then that I'd do whatever he asked.
