“We’ll make space.” She licked her lips suggestively, a sparkle of pure mischief in her eyes.
He didn’t need a second invitation.
“You get in first,” Agnes ordered, “and I’ll sit between your legs.”
That was his woman, always in charge. She scooped a handful of bubbles into her palm and blew them at him, looking triumphant when they splattered on his chest. She stepped close, her fingers trailing through the smattering of hair that covered his pecs.
“Why is chest hair so fascinating?” she mused as she played.
Logan’s hands came up to cup her heavy breasts, feeling their softness through the sexy black lace. “Why are women’s breasts so fascinating?”
Her eyelids drifted down, and she gazed up at him through thick lashes. “Do you like having your nipples touched? Some men do, some don’t.”
She toyed with one as he rasped a thumb over hers. With a groan, she swayed in his hold.
“You like having yours touched,” he said.
She rubbed a fingertip over his nipple. “Does that feel nice?”
“Honestly, I don’t feel anything at all.”
“Nothing?” Her eyes went wide.
“Nope. Sorry.”
“That can’t be right.” She leaned in and laved at it, before adding a nibble for good measure. “Anything?”
“You might as well be doing that to my elbow.”
Her frown was so cute it made him want to laugh. “These things really are pointless then, aren’t they?”
“Okay, we’re done here. Time to get in the bath.”
With an irritated shake of her head, she moved aside to let him climb in.
He lowered himself into the lavender-scented suds and wondered how much mud he’d have to roll in afterward to stop from smelling like a girl.
“Hurry up and get in here,” he grumbled. “Otherwise, I’m a guy having a bubble bath alone, and I don’t think my testosterone levels can cope with it.”
“Idiot.” Agnes threw off her underwear and climbed in, her breasts swaying in front of him, tantalizing him. “There’s nothing wrong with a man having a bubble bath.”
“Maybe if it smelled like Old Spice. This is lavender and vanilla. I’m going to smell like potpourri.”
“If you knew you were going to get in the bath, too, why didn’t you pick a different scent?”
“Because you like this one.” He’d thought that was obvious.
With a sigh of delight, she lowered herself to sit between his legs, making his dick stand to attention. The only thing his dick wanted more than to rub all over her was to be inside her. That will come, he promised it.
The sensation of her soft, feminine body against his settled something deep inside him. Something he hadn’t even realized was tense until that moment. As her hands rested on his legs, his hands slid around her to cup her breasts. Now, he felt…content.
Candlelight danced over her skin as Agnes played with the bubbles. They existed in a cocoon of sensuality where nothing else mattered except feeling. Gently, he massaged her breasts, using languorous touches that made her melt against him.
“I could do this all day,” he rumbled.
“The water would get cold.” She rubbed the heel of her hands up his thighs.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable sitting there? You might feel better if you put your legs over mine.”