Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,109

chest as she steps into the tub and dips her feet into the rising water.

“Mmm. That’s nice and hot.” I watch as chills spread over her smooth skin. She pulls her shoulders up around her ears and tucks her arms around her hips. Her brown eyes find mine. “Get in with me. You know you want to.”

She curls herself into a little ball right in front of the faucet, and I pull my shirt over my head. I turn slightly as I get out of my boxer-briefs, so she can’t see how hard I am just from watching her sit in a bathtub. I take a second to catch my breath and then I fold myself into the tiny space behind her.

This tub is so small, I wouldn’t think I could fit into it alone, but with Gwenna curled up in the front, it’s almost comical.

Right on cue, she looks over her shoulder and laughs. “Stretch your legs out, silly.” She reaches back and grabs my shins. “Wrap around me. Better yet—switch places! I can squeeze right in behind you.” Her eyes widen in excitement. “I want to wash your hair!”

I try to think of why she’d want to, and all I can come up with is maybe she thinks it looks unruly or dirty. I run my hand through it.

“Are you picky about when you wash it or how you style it?” she asks.

I feel my brows scrunch as I shake my head.

“Okay, good.” She sits up straighter, reminding me hilariously of an energetic little meerkat. “I’m a sucker for guys with pretty hair, yours especially. If you let me wash it I’ll…bake something after we have dinner. Something you really like. Or—something else. I’ll owe you one.”

I shake my head in confusion, even though the eager look on her face has me laughing. “Okay… You don’t owe me,” I add.

She’s out of the tub with a giant slosh of water, dripping on the rug as I scoot up, bending my legs so she’ll have space to sit behind me.

I’m not prepared for the feeling of her smooth, warm body settling behind mine. As she spreads her legs, her little feet scooting around my thighs and tucking over them, I’m painfully hard.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me back against her. I grit my teeth and try to think of something grim—like IEDs. I don’t put my full weight on her, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t notice. I see her grab a green thermos from one ledge of the tub.

“I keep this in here for when I make my own bath scrub out of coffee grounds and coconut oil.” She fills it up from the tub, then tilts my chin up and smooths my hair off my forehead.

With one hand shielding my forehead from the warm deluge, she pours water over my hair. Chills dart all across my shoulders. My dick gets even stiffer.

She repeats the process, soaking my hair in the soapy-scented water. Then she rests her right elbow on the tub’s side. “Lean back in the corner of my arm.”

I do, even though I feel a little like a doll or some shit.

“This is good.” I see her smiling at an angle that puts her upside down for me. “It’s like the beauty parlor. Just relax.” She sifts her fingers through my hair, and I can’t help chuckling. The beauty parlor. This girl.

“These are the curls I always wanted, but my hair was only wavy,” she says, poking out her lip. “I wanted Shirley Temple curls.”

She starts to work soap into my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp in a way that makes me shiver. When she’s finished, she smooths her hand back over my forehead, keeping the bubbles out of my face, and I feel this weird, hot feeling in my chest. It’s hard to breathe around the strange sensation, but I try not to focus on it. I smile up and back at her. “Your hair is pretty, Gwennie.”

“Don’t you call me that.” She gently slaps my cheek. “It’s Gwenna or Gwen. Gwennie is someone’s pet piglet.”

“You are a little piglet.” I grin, leaning up a bit and turning so I can see her. Which I quickly realize isn’t going to be enough. I turn more fully toward her, reaching out and trailing a finger down the inside of her forearm. “Pretty and pink.”

She tugs my ear. “Lay back, you infidel.” Her jaw drops open. “Shit. That’s not PC.”

Her blanched face