A shiver rippled through her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No?” I ditched the sponge and cupped her breast, giving it a punishing squeeze. “Try again.”
Her shiver intensified into a full-body shudder. “I don’t want you to use the loofah anymore,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to touch me with your hands.”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I released her breast and slid my hand over her stomach. It went taut, her muscles quivering from the light caress. “Here?”
She nodded.
“Or here?” I dipped lower to her thighs, parting them so her knees pressed against mine. I couldn’t see through the layer of bubbles, but I could picture her pussy, pink and perfect and wet.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Maybe you want me to touch here instead.” I trailed my fingers over her inner thigh, my knuckles just grazing her clit.
Scarlett’s whimper amplified the pressure gripping my cock. I hadn’t touched it, but hearing her whine with need was almost enough to make me blow.
My muscles throbbed with pent-up lust. If we hadn’t been sitting, my knees might’ve buckled from the sheer force of my desire, but I took it slow—for now.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I murmured when she arched her back and tried to press harder against my hand.
Instead of giving in to her insistent squirming, I took my time, my palms mapping every inch of her wet, flushed skin. I dragged them back up over her hips and stomach until I reached her breasts again. They were soft and firm, tipped with diamond-hard nipples that strained for my touch.
I rolled them between my fingers, tugging and pinching until her whimpers escalated into full-out moans. Her hips surged up, seeking friction that the water couldn’t give.
“Please.” Scarlett gripped my wrist and tried to guide my hand down between her legs. “Asher, please.” A sob rent the air when I resisted.
“Patience, darling,” I soothed. My lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Let me play with you first.”
I kept one hand on her breast while the other continued its exploration. She shuddered and panted, so damn responsive that it took everything in me not to haul her into the bedroom and fill her up the way she was begging me to.
There’d be time for that later, after I finished what I’d started.
After an agonizing length of teasing that was as torturous for me as it was for her, I finally brushed her clit with my thumb. She was so on edge that the single, featherlight caress ripped a strangled cry from her throat.
Scarlett bucked against me hard enough to send water splashing over the side of the tub and onto the floor. Her fingers gripped the porcelain edge with bleached-white knuckles, and a series of unintelligible moans filled the room when I stroked her swollen bud.
“Oh, God.” She gasped as my hands pinched and rubbed and squeezed in tandem—one on her breast, the other between her legs. My teeth scored the curve between her neck and shoulder as I fought to keep the leash of my control intact.
My cock was so hard it fucking hurt, but I pushed its demand for attention aside for now.
I increased my pace, loving the sounds of Scarlett’s cries and her body’s response until her body stiffened and she came with a scream.
Her orgasm rolled on and on, its ripples seemingly never-ending as she convulsed from the intensity.
I groaned against her neck, my breathing ragged. I wished I was inside her, feeling her cunt clench around my cock while she flooded me with wet heat, but this wasn’t the place for that, and this wasn’t about me. It was about her.
Eventually, Scarlett’s orgasm subsided, and she slumped against me.
“I think I’ve found a new favorite way to take a bath,” she said, sounding dazed.
Laughter rumbled up my throat. “Mine too.” I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “We should do this after every day.”
“You won’t hear any arguments from me.” Scarlett hummed with pleasure. “But we’re not finished yet.”
I sucked in a breath when she adjusted her position and sat up straighter so she could grasp me without turning around.
“Is that right?” I drawled. A low buzz filled my ears. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but God, I could feel it. “What else did you have in mind?” My strained voice belied the casual words.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, her gray eyes sparkling with mischief. “More like what I have in hand.”
“Fuck.” The curse slipped out when she squeezed the head of my aching cock. “Scarlett…”
“Yes?” she said innocently.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Every thought emptied when she slid her hands up and down my shaft, her slick palms working in tandem to yank me toward the brink. She let go occasionally to scrape her nails lightly across my balls, but I quickly lost track of her individual movements.
I was too focused on the electric heat gathering at the base of my spine. My muscles turned rigid, and I—
The jarring ring of the doorbell brought a screeching halt to my orgasm. My eyes flew open as the asshole visitor rang the bell again less than a second later and thoroughly killed the moment.
I hissed in aggravation when Scarlett released me fully. Who the fuck was here this late in the evening?
“That must be our takeaway.” She looked like she was trying not to laugh as I glowered at the door. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll finish taking care of you when I get back. I don’t want you scaring them off.” She arched an eyebrow at the bubbles, which had cleared enough for us to see my still-raging erection beneath the water.
“The delivery guy has the worst timing ever,” I growled. “Zero stars for them.”
A sliver of Scarlett’s laugh escaped. “Don’t be mean.” She climbed carefully out of the tub and belted a thick robe around herself. “I’ll be right back.”
