She scowled up at the ceiling. Oh, how bad could a bath be? She would refuse to wash any part of him below the waist. I won't get caught up like I did last night.
Because this time she'd know he wasn't Cas.
"It counts as five boons," she said. Then she'd have only two left after this, and her greedy gaze could be appeased to an extent. His back was plenty to start out with.
"Three," he countered.
"Four."
"Agreed," he said.
Okay, only three left. With straightened shoulders, she turned toward the tub. I can do this. As she approached, she realized the water was sudsy and steaming, concealing his body from just below those developed pecs down.
Which was a good thing. It was.
She knelt behind him, beginning to remove one glove.
He turned sharply, twisting to watch her, as if he didn't want to miss even this small unveiling.
Flustered again. When she began to roll it down her arm, she did feel like she was stripping-for him. By the second glove, his eyes were flickering.
Once her arms were bared, he handed her a cloth and soap, and their fingers touched. Another current seemed to leap between them. He glanced up quickly, as if to gauge if she'd felt it too.
Whatever he saw appeared to satisfy him. At length he gave her his back.
In the steam, a few locks of his hair grew tousled about his neck. Black, black hair that gleamed like jet. His leather tie caught her attention. "You don't want to remove your crystal?"
"Never," was all he said.
She wondered where he'd gotten it. Had a former lover given it to him? "Fine." She assumed a businesslike demeanor, unwilling for him to know how much this prospect alternately excited and dismayed her. Soaping up the cloth, she rubbed it across smooth, taut skin from one of his shoulders to the other.
Repeat. He wasn't the only one who could be methodical. One shoulder to the other. Repeat.
Had that movement been a bit more leisurely? Perhaps; his muscles flexed in response.
He'd killed with those muscles. He'd killed for her.
Inward shake. Another sweep of the cloth. "Do you always have unwilling females bathe you?"
"You're a first in many regards." Without warning, he snagged the cloth from her. "Continue without it."
"Why?" Was that her voice sounding so breathless?
"You enjoyed touching me last night." He stretched his long arms along the sides of the tub. "It's my hope that you will again."
"This was your plan? You think to seduce me like this?"
"Yes."
How could one word hold so much confidence? She swallowed, but did continue running her palms over his shoulders and neck.
Yes, she'd always had an artist's eye. She looked at things in terms of relief and shadow, color and contrast. Because of the nature of her work, she paid attention to form and function.
And now she could see the shapes she'd only felt. She could take her time registering the utter might of his body.
The raised muscles around his shoulders. The indentation above each of his bulging biceps. The strong fingers now clutching the side of the tub.
She couldn't decide which of her senses Daciano appealed to most. Tactile, visual? Not to mention his vampire scent. She wasn't even surprised to find her slick palms slipping lower down his back, exploring him.