Page 88 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

She was exactly where he’d left her, only her eyes were closed. As he slid his arms under her, she stirred.

“Mmm, what are you—”

“Just relax. Have another one of those sexy dreams while I take care of you.”

She clung tighter to him as he carried her and gently set her feet into the bath.

“Oh!”

“Is it too hot?” He pulled her out.

“No, no, it’s perfect. I just didn’t expect this.”

He lowered her in and she got settled. The water enveloped her tan skin.

“I think I might fall asleep in here.”

“That wouldn’t be safe,” he remarked, squatting down at the edge of the tub, dipping his hand in and splashing a small amount over her breasts as they bobbed at the surface.

“My hair is probably one big knot, but I’m too tired to do anything about it.”

“I can help.” Should I though? Is this too much? I haven’t ever washed a woman’s hair.

“Would you?”

The way Bella’s eyes lit up made up for any discomfort he’d felt. “Why not? It’s my fault anyways.”

She moved forward in the bath, making room for him. But that would be too intimate. This was just sex. Taking a bath together was something people in a relationship would do.

As if sensing his hesitation, Bella spoke up. “It’s easier if you’re in here. Besides, you’re dirty too. This way, we can multitask.”

He let out a breath and nodded before standing. “Let me grab your shampoo.”

He went to her bathroom, grabbing the conditioner too. Returning to her, he set the supplies on the side of the tub and climbed in behind her. The hot water felt good on his muscles, but the soft heat of Bella’s body as she fit against his front brought an ease to his chest that he hadn’t felt except when he’d been inside her. She brought him peace.

The bathtub was just big enough for them to fit in together with their legs stretched out. He’d had it custom built for his large frame and it was paying off.

“Scoot down to get your hair wet,” he instructed.

Bella did as he said, her knees bending as her head lowered to his lap. Her long locks floated in the water around her face like a mermaid.

She giggled. “The water always tickles my ears when I go under.”

Amused, he cupped more water, drizzling it carefully over the front of her hair, soaking it all before he tugged her back to sitting. Grabbing her shampoo, he squirted a small amount in his hand, lathering it between his palms before massaging it into her scalp.

“Mmm.” Her moan had his cock coming to life again. But she was sore, and his dick needed to calm down. Maybe he’d take a cold shower after this.

“You’re good at this.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said.

After making sure she was thoroughly soaped up, he tapped her shoulder. She sunk below the water, her head hitting his cock on the way down. He ran his fingers through her hair, helping to wash the soap off, the bubbles floating on top of the bath. She sat back up and he repeated the process with the conditioner.

“This is like a trip to the spa, only sexier.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

It sent a thrill through him to make her happy. To know he was taking care of her needs. It was addictive. He wanted to see what else would make those full lips curve up or that melodic laugh pour out.

“Glad I could be of service. But you’re still really dirty.” Nash grabbed his body wash. He probably should have gotten hers from the other bathroom, but the thought of her walking around, smelling like him, brought a possessive satisfaction rolling through him that he had no right to. He lathered it up in his hands and started with her breasts.

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