All about the science, yes. All about the structure and order. But also, all about stomping around in fields and getting sweaty. Which was why more often than not, I ended my day with a long soak in the bath.
And that night I couldn’t wait to sink down into mine. As soon as I walked in from the vineyard, I pried off my boots and went straight for the bathroom. Filling the tub with water hot enough to steam up the mirror, I went the extra mile and added a drizzle of bath oil from one of the beautiful bottles on a small shelf above the tub. A hearty dose of bubble bath created rich, abundant bubbles, and I sank into them, feeling like I was immersing myself in whipped cream.
The tub was long and deep enough for me to slide all the way down until the water was up over my shoulders while my legs were still stretched out. The hot water sank into me, releasing my tense muscles and joints and helping me to relax. It made my mind drift away into thoughts I knew I shouldn’t be having.
I should have forced them out of my mind and locked them away where they wouldn’t keep rising up. But despite the many, many reasons why it was wrong and could potentially complicate the hell out of my life, I thought about the ridiculously good-looking men I’d met that day.
The King brothers most definitely were not what I was anticipating when I went to the vineyard. Not that there was a specific look for vineyard owners, but it was rare to find a family with that much sheer sexiness across the board. In the big game of chance that was genetics, it stood to reason when there were that many children, at least one of them would be at least a little bit unfortunate-looking.
And yet, there wasn’t a single King who wasn’t just stunningly attractive. They were like looking at the movie cast versions of what I would have expected to find on the vineyard. I found my mind wandering mostly over to Kane, then settling there with him. I ended up focusing all my attention on him simply because he was who I spent the most time with.
And because that tattoo sleeve did things to me.
Thinking about him woke my body up. It was all too easy to let my mind drift to him without the shirt and the taut, rippling abs beneath it. I imagined his strong chest and what it would feel like to trail my fingers over the muscles.
I wondered if the sleeve of tattoos stretched beyond his arm and trickled onto his chest. The thought of that turned me on even more, and my eyes fluttered closed as my hand brushed over my nipples beneath the water. They were hard, and the sensation of my touch sent a shiver down through my belly that settled between my thighs.
My mind traveled further, taking off Kane’s pants and discovering what he wore beneath. I opened my thighs against the sides of the tub and gave the hot water more access to my now aching core. As I envisioned taking off his boxer briefs and running my hand down along the length of his cock, my hand slipped over one thigh and down through my folds.
The feeling of my fingers sweeping over my highly sensitized clit made my stomach jump, and my mouth opened in a silent gasp.
It had been so long since anyone touched me, and thoughts about Kane had heated my body up so much I was already on the brink. I didn’t want it to go too fast. He was far too sexy to not enjoy for a while, even if it was just through a fantasy.
I moved my hand away from the most sensitive tissues and traced my fingertips around the lips and to my opening. Imagining Kane’s hands on me, I encircled my opening a few times before dipping one fingertip in. My hips bucked slightly, and I pushed them forward to open my thighs further. This made me sink down in the water until my chin was just beneath the surface. I let my head fall back so my ears went beneath the water, dulling the sound of everything else around me.
It was just my thoughts of Kane and the pleasure coursing through me. I withdrew my finger and then plunged two inside, pressing them as deep as I could get them. This brought a groan from low in my throat, and I pumped them a few times. I could feel my body getting hotter and wetter with every second.
Taking my hand away from my body, I pulled the drain out of the tub and let some of the water drain away while I turned the faucet back on. Heating the water to the perfect temperature, I positioned myself close to the end of the tub and draped a leg over either side. Pushing on the sides of the tub with my hands, I lifted myself up to position my clit right under the stream of water pouring down.