Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Not that I’ve been to a spa in ages. Last time was a friend’s bachelorette party three years ago. It was magic.
“I’m glad you think so. I don’t use it that often.” Dex steps closer. “Let me grab you a robe while you get comfortable. I’ll get the water running.”
I watch as he turns the gold faucet handles, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to rise. Then, he adds a giant blob of bubble bath, filling the room with the calming aroma of eucalyptus and mint.
I inhale. Ahhh, it smells fantastic.
“I’m impressed.” I already feel relaxed, and I haven’t gotten into the water yet.
Dex’s eyes roam my face. “Anything for you.”
I shiver and slowly begin to undress, a mix of anticipation and exhilaration thrumming through my body. He’s seen me naked—of course he has; we’ve had sex and fooled around—but when he doesn’t look away, I shiver again. His gaze is appreciative and filled with desire, and he isn’t shy about it.
My shirt hits the floor.
I ease off my bottoms, and those land around my ankles.
I bend, sliding off my underwear—wishing I’d worn something sexier—trying to be smooth and casual about it, as if I were a dancer in an exotic club.
He watches me, transfixed.
Once my bra joins the rest of my clothes, I walk to the tub and dip my toe over the edge, into the bubbles.
Perfect.
One leg in, then the other, I ease myself in and let the hot, rushing water envelop me. I let out a sigh of contentment as bubbles surround my breasts, stomach, and legs, just my shoulders above the waterline.
“This feels amazing,” I murmur, sinking deeper. “Mmm.”
There is a chair at the vanity, and Dex pulls it next to the tub, close enough to put his fingers in the water. “You deserve to be pampered,” he says softly. “The last twenty-four hours have been stressful, and it’s been my fault.”
Eh, that’s not entirely true. My ex and my daughter add a certain amount of stress, too, and let’s not forget about my mother, whose nonstop meddling in my life does not help.
I close my eyes, the soothing sound of his deep voice above me. “You’re right. This is exactly what I needed.”
Dex moves forward, leaning over the side so his lips can brush mine in a tender kiss.
The warmth of the water and the softness of his touch combine to create a heady sensation that gives me goose bumps all over my body. God, I feel like I’m in a movie—or at least one of those reality shows where the contestants climb into a bath together and sip champagne.
I kiss him back, more passionately than I ever have before, the water against my skin and the fact that I’m naked making me feel sensual and seductive. Dex responds with a low, appreciative moan deep in his chest.
As the water laps around me, our kisses grow more intense, the tips of his fingers trailing up my arm and across my collarbone, leaving a path of tingling skin in their wake.
More goose bumps.
More shivers.
When I pull back to look up at him, my heart is racing in a way only he can make it race.
The heat between us is literally unbearable.
Maybe it was meant to be?
“Why don’t you join me?” My voice is husky with desire.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The man stands so quickly to shed his clothes I think he might topple over.
But my laugh is caught in my throat when he begins tearing off his shirt, revealing his sculpted body. Abs. Chest.
Yum.
As he pushes his pants and boxers down to the floor, I can’t help noticing he’s already hard, his dick bouncing when he steps gingerly into the water. It sloshes as he settles himself on the other side to face me.
My feet find his chest, and he immediately begins rubbing them, our best body parts pressed together beneath the hot water. I sigh, toes curling as his hands move up my calves, massaging and caressing muscles I didn’t realize were sore.
“That feels so, so good.” I lean my head back, closing my eyes.
“Not as good as you,” he replies.
I raise my head to look at him and giggle at his cheesy comeback. “When is the last time you were in here?”
“It’s been a while. Maybe a few times since I bought the house.”
“Why did you buy a house so big?” If you didn’t have or want a family . . . ?
“Don’t know. Guess it’s because I had the money.” Dex sniffs. “At least I’ll make money on the investment when I go to sell it.”
“Are you moving already?” I laugh.
“I’m not planning on it, but there’s always the chance I’ll get traded.”
Oh.
Ohhh, duh.
I hadn’t thought of that—the work stuff. How the football industry works and how unstable their positions can be.