Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,94

to stop someone else from feeling like that. But you especially,” I say softly.

“Especially.” He blinks, then looks away.

“Especially.”

His face softens as he looks back at me, but it’s a sad kind of soft—a little vulnerable, a little shy. Before he can turn back to the drawers, I slide down off the bed. I don’t even know what I’m going to do at first; I just know I want to see him smile.

His eyes follow me as I move, rolling up and down me once before he sets his gaze on my face. As soon as it’s trained there, I want to pull it down again. I turn around, bringing my hand up to my mouth and tapping. As I do, I jut my hip out slightly.

“I had an idea, but I forgot it. Oh yeah—” I turn around to face him, wickedly satisfied when his gaze drops to my boobs for half a second. His eyes return to mine; more blue than normal, slightly widened in wait. I put my hand on my hip, casual, as if I’m wearing clothes, and give him what I know is a slightly silly look. “I was hoping you might get a bath with me.”

He frowns like I’m a few cards shy of a full deck, but his lips twitch, and I know my mission is accomplished. “You want to get a bath right now?”

I bob my head. “A bath with you.”

His eyes narrow in confusion. “Why?”

I grab his wrist, tugging him gently closer to me. “Because baths are relaxing. And they’re fun.”

He frowns, looking somber with his thick scruff and his wild, dark curls.

“C’mon.” I stroke his wrist and look into his pretty eyes. “You know you want to. How long has it been?”

His eyebrows arch. “Since I took a bath?” His mouth twitches again, but this time, he can’t hide a funny little smile.

I nod.

“A while.”

“So it’s a must.”

He rubs his forehead, looking tired and unconvinced, and also like he thinks I may be crazy. “If you insist.”

I feel a sharp sense of relief, like I’ve just pulled us five steps in the right direction. Like I’ve diffused things.

“I’m a great bath companion,” I tell him as I lead him toward the door. “You have no way to vouch for this. In fact, no one does. I’ve never shared a bath with anyone since I was like, a toddler. But trust me, I have all the right qualities.”

“What are those?” His voice, behind me, sounds a little lighter.

I sway my hips. “This.” I barely manage to stifle a giggle.

Barrett smacks my ass, groaning as I gasp. I whirl and push against his chest. He thumbs my nipple.

“What else?” he asks. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and for a small moment, I think he may kiss me—but he holds himself back. I can feel it. His mouth curves upward on one side, and it’s enough for me to see that I’m amusing him.

I step into the bathroom, a palatial space done in rich earth tones. I step onto a fluffy rug and glimpse myself in the mirror. My stomach flip-flops; no, I tell myself.

I look over my shoulder at him and continue. “I can make bubbles from any…” My eyes land on his dick. Holy gorgeous boner.

Barrett blinks his hooded eyes. “What were you saying? Bubbles?” His hand wraps around the base of his cock. I force myself to look up at his face. I nod.

“Bubbles from any shampoo.” My voice is raspy.

I turn around toward the tub and lean over the side to turn the faucet on. My backside tingles in anticipation of his hand.

“I give good backrubs too,” I go on. Water pours out of the faucet. I grab a bottle of shampoo and squeeze it over the stream.

Then I turn back to him. I don’t notice my nipples are sticking out until his eyes move over them. I cover them with my hands, blushing.

Barrett’s dick is long and hard and pointed upward, toward his navel. My God, it’s huge—and perfectly proportioned. Right in line with the rest of him, I guess.

He blinks down at himself, then locks his gaze on mine. “You sure you want a bath?” He lifts an eyebrow.

I smile sweetly. “Yep. I love a good, long bubble bath. You’re going to love it too. If you’re still horny when we get out, I’ll blow you.”

His eyes widen. He groans. “Goddamn, Gwenna.”

I beam as I grab two towels off a shelf and set them on the side of