Page 20 of Don't Run
“A bath would be nice,” I joke. Now that the spell is broken, all I want is to feel clean again. There’s dirt and cum all over me and the feel of it caked on my skin is gonna send me into sensory overload until I get?—
“Then let’s get you a bath, pet.”
“What?”
He leaves my bedside and walks through a door I hadn’t noticed before. Seconds later, the room fills with the sound of streaming water. Shortly after that, jasmine and rose scent the air.
Light spills from the bathroom into the small room, piquing my curiosity. I’m propped up on my elbows by the time he comes back into the room.
“Did you just run me a bath?” I ask, eyeing his advance on me.
He lifts me in his arms without confirming, carrying me bridal style to the steamy bathroom.
It’s when he sets me on my feet that he finally breaks the silence. “Hell yeah, I ran you a bath. Aftercare is non-negotiable, pet.”
I fucking blush when he curves his index finger under my chin and winks.
“‘Specially with your fine ass. Since you like to pass out and shit.”
His teasing has me hiding a snort of laughter as I duck my head and begin undressing, unfazed by his presence. He waits until my clothes are a puddle by my feet before scooping them up. The last thing to go is my lace mask and he collects that too, telling me to get in the tub.
The water isn’t as sudsy as I expected judging from the scents permeating the air.
There are a few bubbles as I submerge my body in the warm water, but only just enough to know he used some bubble bath.
“I used a shower steamer and ran hot water over it in the sink,” he supplies. “That’s why it smells like a garden in here.”
How the hell does he keep reading my mind?
“There’s some scented bubble bath behind your head. Add as much as you want.” He nods toward the back of the tub, but I keep my eyes pinned on his, mesmerized by this man whose name I still don’t know. “The only thing I put in the water is some Dr. Bronner’s. Not trying to fuck up your pH, but you know your body.”
He walks out and I try to ignore how bereft his absence makes me feel.
Spotting a loofah and wash cloth on the tray spanning the width of the tub, I grab the loofah and submerge it in water before I start cleansing my body.
My mystery man returns moments later and folds his large frame into a kneeling position by the tub. He eases the loofah from my shaky grip and takes over the task of cleaning me.
My shameless nipples peak under his ministrations, yearning for his gentle touch.
A sigh of relief rushes out of me when he drops the loofah and lets his fingertips trace the stiffened buds. “Your body is fucking unreal, pet.”
The awe in his dark eyes tapers into carnal desire. But he shuts it down, shaking his head as he goes back to washing me.
Letting the loofah float away, he grabs the washcloth and wipes my face clean. The absence of dried tear tracks and my light makeup makes me sigh.
I’ve never been taken care of like this, and if you told me the first time I’d experience it, it’d be with a man whose face I can’t pick out in a room, I’d call you a damn lie.
But here I am.
It’s been a night full of first and I’m just happy as hell I didn’t ignore that invitation.
I sink into the tub until the water is up to my neck, resting my head on the cushion behind me without breaking eye contact with the man lavishing me in unmatched care.
He doesn’t know it, but he’s created a problem. Because never again will I be able to deal with a man who doesn’t slut me out and treat me like a princess after.
My eyes droop as his thumb drags down my bottom lip.
“You were perfect,” he praises. “So fucking perfect for me.”
