Page 117 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

He looks around—searching for what, I have no idea. “Do you have any—” He cuts himself off when he opens the cabinet and finds what he’s looking for.

I spend the next minute or two watching him light candles and place them around the tub.

Holy shit.

He checks the temperature again before turning toward me. Fisting my hoodie, he tugs me into him.

“Get naked, darlin’. It’s time to relax.”

My mouth opens and closes, unable to find any words that are suitable for this moment.

“You’ve got an hour. Is that enough?”

I nod.

“You’ve got your cell?”

Another nod.

“If you need me, message me. I’ll be right there.”

There’s a little voice in my head screaming that what I need is him in the bath with me. But that is the literal opposite of taking it slow, so I push it down and do my best to ignore it.

“Okay,” I finally force out.

He lifts his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“I’m gonna take your keys because I need to shoot upstairs to get some things.”

“Okay,” I repeat.

He smiles down at me before ducking his head and brushing his lips across mine. It’s the sweetest kiss, and so different from what we had downstairs. But it’s equally as teasing.

“There’s one rule,” he states.

“Oh?”

“Under no circumstances do you get yourself off in that tub.”

My breath catches. The thought hadn’t occurred to me, but now that he mentions it…

The throb between my thighs makes itself known.

“Be a good girl for me, Sienna.” He ducks down again, but this time, he doesn’t go for my lips. Instead, he moves to whisper in my ear. “If you are, I might reward you for it later.”

My knees buckle, and I reach for the counter to steady myself.

He smirks at me, more than aware of what he’s doing to me.

Well played, Killer. Well freaking played.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says before kissing the tip of my nose and ducking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I stand frozen on the spot, listening to his retreating steps for a few seconds before I make quick work of shedding my clothes, twisting my hair up onto the top of my head, and stepping into the water.

I groan as the heat seeps into my sore muscles.

This was such a good idea. Why was I ever going to have a shower?