I love him. I love him. I love him.
I wonder if he feels the same for me or if this affection is just some passing fancy, covering me and making me whole, only to flit away in the night like a bird.
But when I turned to take one final look over my shoulder at him, the bright heat of his stare was ruinous. There really is no other word for it…the fire that burns behind the sharp green of his eyes.
If I had thought before that he seemed as if he wanted to consume me, now I understand that it’s not that he wants me to cease to exist.
Instead, I think he wants me to exist solely for him, and I believe he wants to be mine only in the same way.
He’s a wildfire of a man, and I want to be burned in his flames.
I let out a breath as I finally find the bathroom in the huge mansion of a house.
The walls are a mossy green color, and the furnishings all look antique. There’s a big, claw-foot tub under a stained glass window, and in the corner, there’s a lavish shower that was obviously added later to the space.
I decide very quickly that sitting in a porcelain tub of hot, steaming water for a few minutes sounds like a dream. I haven’t had a bath in a tub since I was a kid.
The light in the bathroom isn’t a harsh one, coming from the ceiling. Instead, the room is lit by wall sconces that flicker like real flames. The warmth is intoxicating as I fill the tub with hot water. I feel like a Princess, come home to my castle.
Grey could most certainly be a king on a throne, that’s for sure.
I step out of my glittering dress, letting it pool on the floor. I’m already barefoot, and I long to dip my toes into the hot water.
Hazy steam fills the bathroom.
The hot water burns at first as I dip my toes, feet, and legs. I let out a sigh as I sink down into the bath, letting my body be engulfed in its heat. My hair hangs off the back of the tub, brushing the creamy tiles of the floor. For a moment, in the bathtub in Grey’s home, I let myself imagine that he’s in the bath with me.
I let my fingers caress gently over my inner thigh, and I convince myself that it’s Grey’s hand. He’s so close, but he’s also so far away from me.
I swirl my fingers around, building the pleasure until I slip a finger inside, and I call out Grey’s name without even meaning to. I grab the edges of the tub, crying out again.
I hear the bathroom door open, and I don’t have to open my eyes to see who it is.
“Rosie,” Grey murmurs, and I can hear his steps across the floor. He’s right by my ear now, and his lips brush my skin. “I can’t wait out there with you calling out my name like that in here.”
I want to feel embarrassed, and I think that I am for a moment, but with my eyes still closed, I feel Grey’s hand, the real thing, slipping into the water to trail down my thigh.
I let out a gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me, making me ache for him.
When I open my eyes, Grey is watching his fingers push in and out. He is entranced by the motion and the push and pull of the water.
I reach out a hand, brushing over his jaw so that he turns toward me. His eyes are hazy with need, and the green is so very bright, like the grass over the hill outside, lit by the moon overhead.
“Grey,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
In this light, in the early hours of the morning, it feels like we’re in a dream. I feel as if I’m floating on clouds of lovely pleasure, and I can’t even remember how I got to where I am now.
I am in Grey Kingston’s house, sitting in his bathtub.
It’s been a strange few days, to say the least.
He’s already shirtless, and the rippling muscles of his chest and arms are all I can see. I think of him sitting in the room opposite, which must be his own bedroom. The maid that had shown me to the bathroom told me as much.
I imagine him hot with his need for me, running a big hand over his hardening length, thinking of me, naked and waiting for him in the hot water. I wonder if he hungers for it as much as I do, but I’m not sure how to initiate it.
I’m new to this, and I’m unsure of myself, but I’m sure that I want him and that he wants me.