Snow and the Seven Men (Seven Ways to Sin 1)

Slowly, the water coursed around me, the temperature perfect and relaxing. Bash’s hands traveled up my slippery skin toward my hair, his fingertips twining through the matted strands.

“Can I wash your hair?” he asked, but he was already reaching for the shampoo, pausing to turn off the water before he lathered the soap into my waves.

I sighed, savoring the feeling of his gentleness as he worked through my hair, a heady sensation overwhelming me when I watched him.

He seemed lost in concentration, but I knew he had to be feeling the same heat in him as I was in me, particularly when his hands moved down my shoulders to massage my back.

“Lay back,” he instructed gruffly, and my body immediately responded to his command, the tops of my breasts showing over the bubbles, my nipples rising over the waterline.

A loofa appeared in his hand, and with even circles, he moved over my chest, tongue jutting out to seek out my crevices under the guise of bathing. My hands slipped between my thighs, my eyes closing to half as I continued to study his face. Lower went the loofa, over my flat stomach and toward the spot where my hands had found my pulsating clit.

My breaths began to escape in short, uneven rasps but I dared not move too quickly, lest I break the moment, the intensity in Bash’s gaze as his shirt sleeves dipped into the water to rub against my upper thighs.

My eyes closed fully now, a tooth almost puncturing a hole through my lower lip, and I panted slightly, knowing I was going to bring myself to a climax while Bash watched.

One hand cupped my right breast, my other moving feverishly, and a low moan escaped my mouth when the loofa met my center. I quivered and allowed myself to release, cautiously opening my eyes to meet Bash’s intense stare.

“How’s that?” he asked, and I laughed shakily.

“Amazing,” I replied.

He rose, his shirt drenched now, and he stripped it off, displaying a washboard stomach I would have never guessed he had. “I’m going to get you a towel,” he said, moving out toward the hallway.

I couldn’t do much more than nod, unsure if I were disappointed or relieved that it wasn’t going much further than that.

Or was it?

He returned a moment later and offered me a hand to rise, quickly entrenching me in a huge, fluffy, and very warm towel when I did.

“This is luxury,” I mumbled, realizing that I was sleepy again. “Heated towels?”

“Only the best,” he chimed lightly and suddenly, I was back in his arms again, my damp skin against his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, not because I was worried about falling but because I wanted to inhale him once before he placed me on the bed.

From somewhere, he’d located a fresh set of pajamas, and he helped me get dressed, the lines of his fingers pausing subtly over my goose-fleshed skin.

“Let me brush your hair, and I’ll tuck you in.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Had a man ever brushed my hair for me? Certainly not since I was a little girl.

He was as good at brushing my hair as he was at bathing me, and I almost fell asleep against him as the bristles of the hairbrush massaged into my scalp.

“There,” he breathed into my ear, disentangling himself from behind me. “How’s that?”

I could only manage a weak grin, but I was losing the struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Sleep now.” The blanket was pulled up around my chin, and I felt the feathery breath of his lips against mine like a whisper in a dream.

Adrenaline pumped through me, overriding my tiredness, and I opened my eyes to stare at him, the heat inside my loins igniting again.

Maybe we were going to finish what he’d started after all.

10

Sasha

I reached up to pull him closer, but he had moved just out of reach before I had opened my eyes. Before he could register my intention, voices drew our attention toward the door, and Bash seemed to jump back an entire foot.

“Well!” Stevie cried. “Sleeping beauty is awake!”

“She was just about to go to sleep,” Bash muttered almost angrily, but Jim bypassed him as if he weren’t there and plopped uninvited onto the foot of the bed. “We can take over from here, Bash. We’ve come to entertain our fair lady.”

“Oh! You had a bath!” Stevie moaned, shooting Jim a wistful look. “I was going to offer to run you one.”

“You’re too late,” I quipped lightly, looking toward Bash, but to my disappointment, he had disappeared, leaving me alone with the boisterous duo.

He’s overrun by the others, I thought. A shadow among them.

“I heard something about entertainment,” I said, turning my eyes on the men who grinned at me boyishly. “What have you got?”