The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,11

her spine, watching as her muscles flexed beneath his touch, as she shifted in her seat.

The house was silent except for the occasional murmur of approval from Drea. He loved the way she made those little sounds, especially when he eased inside her.

He repeated the action, slowly but surely easing the cloth over her entire back, taking liberties to dip beneath the water level to the delicious cheeks of her ass.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mmm. Perfect,” she sighed.

“Anywhere else you can’t reach?” He let the water sluice over her shoulders.

Drea leaned back, revealing her breasts to him with their dusky nipples ready for his attention. Her eyes were closed. “Anywhere else you want to wash?” Her voice was filled with longing, and far be it for him to be anything other than an obliging gentleman.

He bit his lip as he dipped the cloth back in the water, starting at her neck and trailing it between the valley of her breasts. Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling.

His dick was harder than the granite of the bathroom counter, and the constriction of his denim was not helpful, but he was in no hurry. Water sluiced over her breast as he dragged the cloth over it, making sure to catch her nipple with his thumb.

Drea shuddered. “You are being very thorough,” she said. “I like that.” She opened her eyes and looked at him, but it was the way she bit her lip that had him fighting the urge to just drop the cloth and dive in there with her.

“If a job’s worth doing and all that,” he said gruffly. He dragged the cloth gently between her legs, pressing two fingers covered in the thin cloth against her clit, circling it the way she loved, the way she’d told him was her favorite way to get off.

Drea grabbed his wrist, holding him in place as she bucked once against him. “Brody,” she whispered. She was one of the few people who called him by his real name, and he loved the sound of it as it fell from her lips.

“Yeah, Shortcake?”

He let the cloth sink to the bottom of the tub, and as he looked into her eyes, eyes he’d found his own salvation in, he pressed a finger into her welcoming warmth.

Drea’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as she opened her legs wider, letting them fall apart to grant him better access. The bubbles covered his view, but he knew everything about her. The way her short dark curls would look wet, how pink her lips would be, how his finger looked coated in her excitement.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel around my fingers, Babe.” He increased the pace as Drea’s hips moved against him.

“Just like that. Just there,” she cried, moving against his hand. “It feels so good.”

He could feel the urgency, could see the need, and goddamn, he hovered on the verge of his own orgasm. He pressed his other palm against his dick, moving against it as he watched his wife seek what she wanted.

And he was right there with her when her back arched, when her head pressed against the end of the tub, as the moan that accompanied her orgasm ripped through the heavy air of the bathroom.

“Brody,” she cried, gasping for air, letting go of his wrist.

He watched as her chest settled, her breathing evening out, before he slid his finger out of her. He moved to the top of the bath and pressed his lips to hers. Perhaps it was because he was a kinky fuck, but the way their kiss was punctuated by short gasps for air cranked him higher.

“You going to get in here and take what’s yours?” she murmured against his lips.

“If that’s an invitation, you’d better believe it, but let me grab a condom.”

He stood, but she reached for his hand. “Don’t… I mean, you don’t need to.”

“Wild horses couldn’t stop me from fucking you right now. I mean, you could, if you didn’t want to. I’m not a dick, but, Babe…”

“No, I mean, you don’t need to get a condom. I mean, we never talked about this, and I don’t want to be a mood killer, but… what if we didn’t use one. What if we decided to, you know…”

His heart bounced down to his ribs, then back to its regular spot. “Get pregnant? Have kids?” he asked, tentatively. They’d talked about having them. They both wanted them. But they’d agreed to wait until Drea was out