Page 28 of Caged in Desire
Washesexuallyfrustrated as well? Surely, he knows by now that I’m interested in him. I thought he would pick up on my flirting, but I suppose, as intelligent as he is, he’s still a man. How do I let him know, besides flat-out sayingI would like to have sexual intercourse with you?
Turning off the water, I look down at the clawfoot bathtub, and I’m reminded of Mrs. Potts’s words.
“In any case, I’m saying that perhaps when Mr. Sinclair has had a particularly bad day or rough week, you might draw him a bath…”
Smiling, I step into the scalding water and plan my seduction.
“Katarina?”
Perfect timing.I turn the water off and wait for him, sitting on the ledge of his large bathtub, fiddling with the strings of my new black bikini.
My heart rate spikes at the sound of his door opening. I’m not entirely sure what I’m expecting from tonight, but one thing is certain: our relationship will not be the same when we leave this room.
His footsteps echo from his room into his bathroom while I sit for what seems like an eternity.If he doesn’t come in soon, the water will get cold.I’m about to get up and let him know I’m here when the door opens and he comes walking in, completely naked. I’ve seen him with just his swim shorts on, so I know how ripped he is, but damn.
Thankfully, he’s still looking down, unfastening the watch from his wrist, giving me time to ogle him properly. All six foot seven inches of him. Saying he’s the archetype the gods modeled themselves after doesn’t give justice to this man’s body. I trail my gaze from his broad shoulders to his prominent chest, the perfect amount of hair accentuating his strong pecs. Continuing, I count eight abs before his happy trail thickens between where his Adonis belt tapers down to his…Oh God…His flaccid dick swings heavily with each step he takes. Already bigger than anything I could imagine.And I have imagined.
Of course, that’s the moment he chooses to notice my presence. Eyes wide, mouth in an ‘O,’ cheeks reddening. I wouldbe embarrassed, but he looks just as shocked as I am. “Katarina? What on earth are you…?”
“Bath!” I interrupt, pointing at the tub full of hot water and essential oils.
He looks from the bath back to me, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. His thick cock is growing impossibly larger. “Kitten. What are you doing in my bathroom?”
“I wanted to give you a bath. Wash your hair…” I say, playing with the string of my bottoms, refusing to look into his eyes.
I can feel him getting closer. “And why are you wearing that scrumptious little bathing suit to do it?”
“In case I got wet…”
“Oh, Kitten, there's no doubt about that.”
He steps over where I’m still sitting on the edge of the bath and chills pebble on my skin at the soft brush of his hard length against my arm on his way. He tilts his head back, groaning as he sinks farther into the hot water.
Pulling myself together, I grab his shampoo from where I had it waiting on the floor beside me and turn, putting my feet in the water for a more comfortable position as I wash his hair. Before I know what’s happening, two large hands are wrapped completely around my waist.
“Join me,” he says, giving me no time to protest before pulling me into the bath with him.
“What are you…Eek!” I land on his lap, my legs on either side of his. “I was going to wash your hair!”
“Then wash it.” He gently takes my legs and wraps them around his waist, then draws my body flush to his. “But don’t think you’re going to come into my bathroom wearing what could barely be described as scraps to cover that body I’ve been imagining for weeks and expect me to do any less than hold you like this.”
I lather my hands with his shampoo and raise my shaking arms to massage it into his scalp. He’s so close like this. One of his arms is locked around me, keeping my body pressed against his while the other explores. His gentle traces start at my neck as his hand makes its way down at an excruciatingly slow pace, stopping to rest between my breasts. His breath against my neck is electric. He tilts his head forward, almost resting it on my shoulder for me to wash the back side. I’m not sure how I managed to wash his hair at all.
“All done,” I whisper. “Time to rinse.”
Taking the handheld spray, I turn the water back on and begin rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Still holding me against him, Henry leans his head back slightly to avoid getting water in his eyes. His erection was resting against my core, but the new angle causes it to rub against me, sending chills through my body, despite the scalding water. It's only separated by the thin strip of fabric from my bathing suit. All it would take is a slip, and he would be…
“Thank you,” he whispers as he raises his head, his hair dripping water onto his face, and stares into my eyes with an intensity that takes my breath away. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
The memory of the kiss we shared at our wedding crosses my mind, and I find myself drawing closer to him, dying to feel his lips on mine again. I’m a hair's breadth away from tasting him again when he turns his head at the last minute, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.
I swear the water turns to ice around me as rejection makes my blood run cold. The tension filling the air dissipates, leaving a thin silence. “I should go.”
The water splashes around us as I hastily exit the tub, covering my body until I can get a towel, all of a sudden feeling exposed.
“Katarina!”
I don’t look back, keeping my composure long enough to get out of his room before closing his door and running as fast as I can to lock myself in mine.
