Chapter 32
“I’m going out for a while,” Kellan said abruptly after setting his laptop to one side.
She glanced over from where she was working on her new laptop, getting everything set up.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
Even Eli looked up in interest.
“I’ve got a few things to take care of.” He walked over to her. “Go to bed when Eli tells you to and don’t worry.”
What?
Go to bed when Eli told her to? Was that really all he had to say? And did he think she was five?
She waited for something more, but he grabbed a jacket and his keys and with a nod to Eli left.
“Is that it?” she asked, realizing she sounded a bit shocked. “Is he not going to tell us where he’s going or when he’ll be back or even give me a kiss goodbye . . .”
“You might have to teach him how to do those things,” Eli told her.
“How do I teach him that?”
“Tell him.”
“Tell him? Just come out and say it?” Could she do that? “I don’t know.”
“It’s not rude to ask for what you need, baby,” Eli told her, coming over to pick her up before he sat with her on his lap.
“If you don’t tell him what you want, how does he know?
And while there might be times we can’t tell you where we’re going or when we will be back, you always have the right to ask and we’ll just tell you that. ”
Well. She guessed she could do that. “I’ll try. He won’t get mad?”
Eli drew her head back and then leaned down to kiss her gently. “If he gets mad then I’ll kick his ass for you.”
Then he deepened his kiss as though he hadn’t just threatened to beat up his brother.
Men.
Would she ever understand them?
“How about I run you a bath and then you can relax before bed.”
“A bath? Bed?” she repeated.
“Yeah. I can run it for you then leave you alone.” He placed his hand around the back of her head and kissed her again. “Or I can help you bathe. Completely up to you.”
With how much kissing and touching they’d done today, she felt like her body was on fire. As though she had an itch she couldn’t scratch.
Although she knew exactly where the itch was.
Maybe if you had some private time you could take care of that.
She’d had been very little privacy today. They’d gone everywhere with her and it wasn’t like they had much room in the hotel.
But did she want to take care of it on her own? She’d never had much success with that. Or did she want Eli’s help? He ran his hand up the outside of her thigh as he nibbled at her jaw then down her neck.
“You’re wound up so tight,” he told her. “You need to relax.”
“All right. Can I have bubbles?” she asked.
“You can have whatever you want.”
Eli led her into the bathroom where he’d filled the bath up with bubbles. There was soft music playing and the lighting was low.
“I’ll turn my back and you get undressed and climb in. Unless you’d rather be alone.”
“No, I want you to stay,” she said hastily.
Shoot. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. Perhaps she should have taken the chance to be on her own so she could take care of her need herself.
“All right. Get in, baby.”
She quickly stripped off and climbed into the bath. “I’m in.”
He turned and the heat in his gaze made her breath catch.
“Let’s try and get rid of your tension, yeah? Are you all right if I touch you?”
“Yes,” she said hoarsely.
Eli smiled and moved around by her head to massage her shoulders and neck until she was a mix of relaxed and heated.
Then he picked up a cloth and soap. He started to rub the cloth over her body.
First her arms, then over her chest, between her breasts to her stomach.
He moved back up to her breasts, rubbing the cloth over her nipples until they were hard and aching.
Was it her imagination or was he spending a lot of time on her breasts?
And it was driving her crazy.
Her breathing grew faster and faster, her heart racing. Then he moved the cloth to her legs. Up and down.
“Spread your legs, baby, so I can get between them.”
For a moment she clenched them together. Was this what she wanted?
She wanted for him to pressure her. To make her. But he simply stayed where he was and waited. There was understanding in his face.
“Want me to stop, baby?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I want you to keep going. I need you to.”
“Need me to, huh? Are you wet?” he asked.
“Well, yeah.” She glanced down at herself and he grinned.
“Didn’t mean that and you know it.” He ran the cloth up her legs and over her pussy.
Arabella sucked in a breath as he rubbed it back and forth. Then he exchanged his cloth with his fingers, rubbing his finger between her slick lips.
She closed her eyes as she drove her hips up, holding back her moans of arousal.
He reached up and freed her lip. “Don’t hold those noises in. I want to hear them.”
Her breath came in harsh pants as he rubbed her clit harder. Then he pushed a finger inside her pussy.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried as she came around his finger. That was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was amazing.
And then he touched her clit again and she realized she wasn’t done. She reached a second peak that made the first one seem tiny.
She shuddered, moaning, her spine arched.
Finally, she relaxed back into the water and opened her eyes, feeling shy.
“How was that, baby?” he murmured.
“I have never felt anything like that before.”
“Yeah?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her. “Good. Let’s see if we can make you scream louder this time.”
This time?
He started touching her again.
It was official. He was trying to kill her.