Chapter 20 #2
“Are you gonna make me get your underwear wet too, or are you gonna take them off willingly and get in here with me?”
The words don’t come out much louder than a whisper, a breath of air leaving his lips and sliding over my skin like a siren’s call. It makes it almost impossible to deny him a fucking thing.
“We won’t fit,” I tell him softly.
“I can sit on your lap,” he surmises and my dick likes that idea instantly, thickening behind the navy cotton of my underwear.
“You won’t get much rest if you’re sitting on my cock.”
I feel his cheeks tilt up in a smile before he presses a kiss to my back. “Kinda the point there, Pen.”
My heart hammers in my chest and my dick swells behind my boxers, loving the all-too-vivid picture he’s painting for me.
Though I know I shouldn’t, I rise just enough to shed the last layer of clothing on my body. Shifting, I slide into the foot of the tub, hissing as my skin comes into contact with the water that might as well be boiling.
“Jesus, how aren’t you cooked right now? Did I make this too hot?”
He shakes his head and smirks. “It’s perfect. The hotter, the better.”
I shake my head. “Right, I forgot you like to boil yourself alive.”
His smirk grows. “Not all of us like our baths to be as cold as our hearts, Pen.”
Smartass motherfucker.
Like I assumed, the fit is tight, and that’s being generous. Once my shoulders rest comfortably between the spout and the edge of the tub, I stretch out my legs best I can. The only issue is, there’s nowhere for them to go unless it’s directly into Keene’s chest.
Looking up at him across from me, I give him an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t gonna work.”
“Yeah, it will.”
“How—”
Keene does some quick maneuvering of my limbs before I can get another word out, and all of a sudden, we just fit. Perfectly.
He’s between my legs, one of my knees bent toward the wall, while the other is outstretched and resting on the edge of the tub over his shoulder.
He adjusts his body to match my position from his end.
I try not to focus on the way he winces and grimaces whenever his bends or twists too far, biting my lip to keep from saying anything.
Drawing even more attention to his injury will only make the entire situation that much worse.
“See?” he says in victory when we’re comfortably relaxing in the miniscule tub, suds and salts floating all around us.
I chuckle lightly. “You live to prove me wrong, you know that? It gets you off or something.”
His brown eyes heat with a quick flare and he raises a brow at me. “You’d know a lot about what gets me off, wouldn’t you, Pen? But the last time I checked, it’s usually got to do with your cock or mouth. Not your ability to be wrong.”
My teeth sink further into my lip and I glance away quickly before said cock can start to get any stupid ideas. Like dragging him into my lap so we can grind our way to an orgasm, which sounds pretty fantastic right about now.
“What’d you do while I was gone, anyway?”
I wet my lips. “Nothing worth talking about.”
His brow raises. “You played video games the entire time, didn’t you?”
No, I missed you the entire fucking time. Not that I’d ever dare say the words out loud, because they feel like they’d be crossing into territory we really need to stay away from.
Because it’s not the normal kind of missing him. Hell, it wasn’t even missing the sex the few days he was gone, which is exactly the reaction I should be having if this is just sex between us.
There shouldn’t be this…aching need inside me that’s been growing for him.
But no matter how I try to deny it, it’s there. It’s shifted something between us, changed our dynamic already in ways that terrify me.
“You know me so well,” I deadpan.
He smiles, big and bright and so fucking Keene. It has my heart stumbling in my chest at the very sight.
Then the shithead goes and ruins it the second he opens his mouth. “I know you better than anyone. Biblically, and otherwise.”
The innuendo has my lips twitching, but my heart’s still pounding.
When I don’t respond, I feel his hand wrap around my foot before hot breaths float over my skin. It ignites my entire body more than the scalding bath water ever could.
He presses a kiss to my ankle bone, moving up on to my calf as far as he can reach without sitting up entirely. Then his hand begins trailing up my leg until it reaches the crook of my knee, fingers dancing along the way.
Just like the way he touched me when I was sitting on the edge of the tub, it sets off goosebumps.
“Does this turn you on? The soft touches?” he asks when my eyes finally move back to meet his gaze.
I swallow harshly when his fingers reach my inner thigh, inches away from my dick. It’s been hard ever since I got in the damn tub, my naked skin pressing into Keene’s. Now it’s on full-out alert and all I can do is nod at him as the other hand starts taking the same path down my opposite leg.
His brow raises, and he smirks. “Really? I would’ve thought you’d prefer it when it’s rougher. Harder. Needier.”
Both his hands are millimeters away from my cock as it begs for his attention. He takes no mercy on me though, letting the tips of his fingers graze against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Fuck.
I want him so much, it might kill me. I’ve wanted him for a while now. Craved the way he touches me. Kisses me. Fucks me with his mouth and hand. Like he was crafted by a higher being to know exactly what I need at any given moment.
And that’s why I can’t bring myself to stop this thing between us, even while knowing we’re already in far too deep.
“Touch me,” I plead when his thumb grazes the side of my dick. “Please, for the love of fucking God. Just touch me.”
His smirk is filthy. “I already am.”
“You know what I mean,” I mumble, shifting quickly to get his hand on me. But the moment I do, water sloshes over the side of the tub. Keene winces, as if my movement somehow caused him pain, and I freeze instantly.
Shit.
His eyes flash to mine and he must read my fear all over my face, because he smirks again and shakes his head.
“I’m fine.” His chuckle is deep and throaty, and the genuine sound of it instantly puts me at ease. Then he glances over the edge of the tub. My eyes follow suit, and I instantly realize why he winced, because the floor is completely soaked.
“Oh, fuck.” I laugh.
“You put way too much water in here for both of us.”
I shoot him a look. “It wasn’t originally for both of us, asshat.”
He grins, his fingers returning to my legs again. “Maybe, but it’s a lot more fun this way.”
My lip twitches, a smile forming because, yeah, he’s right. I don’t have the chance to tell him that though, because his hands grip the outside of my thighs and he drags me to him.
An awkward laugh slips out as he pulls me into his lap, more and more water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His smile is both devious and shy when he looks up at me through those stupidly thick eyelashes of his. “Well, seeing as you already decided the water belonged on the floor, I wanted to play along.”
I snort out a real laugh this time, shaking my head. “Naturally.”
“Of course,” he murmurs. His expression softens slightly as his eyes roam my face. “And it’s definitely not an excuse to touch you after being apart for three days.”
My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, and I swear I can feel his cock thicken beneath me as he watches. “Not at all, hmm?”
Keene’s eyes are half-mast and full of heat as they flick back up from my mouth. He shakes his head, the hand on his good side coming up to cup the back of my neck.
“Absolutely not,” he whispers, pulling my mouth to his.