Page 114 of Stolen Kiss

“What are we doing?” I asked.

He smiled, and for a once, it was my Jensen smiling at me, rather than the aloof man I had been sharing a bed with. I placed my hand in his much bigger one and let him lead me to the room without another thought.

He headed straight to the ensuite bathroom and moved me in front of the sink.

“Get ready for bed,” he said, just as he spun around toward the bathtub and turned on the facet.

“Are you taking a bath?” I asked him. I didn’t think I had ever seen him take a bath before.

He smiled at me as if I was being silly. “No. We are.”

He joined me at the sink. We brushed our teeth in silence, our eyes moving over to each other in the mirror’s reflection every once in a while. When I was done, he moved behind me.

I looked at us in the mirror.

I wondered how people saw us. Would they say we fit?

Was he too serious for me? Too old? Too handsome?

I didn’t know, but how badly I wanted him to think that we did fit, despite his being too serious, too much older than me, and obviously too devastatingly handsome.

He moved his hand down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it up without another word, throwing it on the floor and leaving me in nothing but a black bra and pink Christmas shorts that said naughty on one cheek and nice on the other.

It wasn’t Christmas, but I loved the design, and I loved the way his eyes lit up when he saw me in them.

He tucked the shorts down, along with my panties, before quickly unhooking my bra and pushing the straps off my shoulders. I was naked in front of him, and I knew he was aroused.

I could feel the evidence of it pushing against the small of my back, but Jensen didn’t take it any further. He stepped back a bit and undressed as well. I watched him hungrily in the mirror until there wasn’t a single piece of cloth covering his delectable body from my gaze.

He helped me take off my leg and carried me over to the bathroom, sinking us both down in the warm water.

I let out a small sigh and relaxed back against him.

This felt nice on my sore muscles. And the fact that he was naked and pressed up against me was just a bonus.

Jensen bathed us.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone had bathed me.

When I was little, perhaps?

It had been a while, and past boyfriends had never done this for me before. Of course, none of my previous relationships was as serious as the one I had with Jensen.

Not when I had been comparing every man to have ever crossed my path with the one man I couldn’t have.

I leaned back when he rubbed some shampoo in my hair, and then he carefully rinsed it away before he grabbed a foamy loofah and glided it across my body.

There was nothing sexual about the act, but there was that intimacy I’d been missing like crazy.

Jensen carefully cleaned me off, then himself, before draining the bath water and standing with me in his arms. Water dripped from us, and I met his eyes just as he climbed out of the tub.

He had me stand by the door with my hand bracing the frame while he grabbed towels to dry us off.

And then it was off to bed, both of us still naked.

His arms wrapped tightly around my middle, and he turned off the light.

I let out a small sigh and wiggled my ass against his hard on, but he stopped me with one hand on my hip.

“Just go to sleep, sweetheart,” he said. I couldn’t see him, but it sounded like the words came through gritted teeth. So he wasn’t as unaffected as he let on.

I let out a loud sigh to let him know I wasn’t happy with him. He tightened his arms around me.

“You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on soon enough. Preferably before I kill you,” I said.

He made a choking noise that sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a gasp. Finally, he let out a small sigh—a defeated sound—and said, “I know.”

“Good,” I muttered, before I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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