Page 77 of A New Chapter

“With Damian,” Zack mumbled against her hair.

“For the whole night?” She moved onto his lap.

“For a couple hours,” he said apologetically, shifting her so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Superman boxers?” She quirked her eyebrows at him.

“You’ll have to find out,” he replied, and he stood up with her still seated around his waist.

“Where to?” he asked gruffly.

“The bathtub,” Emma replied without hesitation.

“Hmm… sounds wet.”

“I feel dirty from working all day,” Emma said, letting the fog of lust settle around her.

“Well, then, let’s clean you up.”

Emma turned on the water and poured in a capful of vanilla-scented bubble bath. She was acutely aware of Zack undressing behind her, and when she turned around, he was already naked. Gloriously, happily, fully-at-attention naked.

“Great, now I’m going to smell like a woman,” Zack said, hands on his hips, peering around her at the bubbles that were multiplying in the tub.

“Oops, sorry. I’m not used to having a man in my tub.”

“Well, get used to it, because I’m getting in!”

Zack left her standing there fully dressed while he quickly immersed himself in the water. He leaned his head back against the tub and smirked at her. “What are you waiting for?”

Emma had been so mesmerized by the sight of him that she stood there mute, but now she snapped out of it. She pulled her sweater over her head and laid it gently on the bathroom counter. Next, she removed her skirt and tights, completely aware of Zack’s eyes upon her. She unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, and his gasp made her look up. His eyes were glazed over, and he motioned for her to continue. Emma slowly slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them to the sound of his long, low whistle. Feeling giddy from all the attention, she finished her striptease with a flair by turning around in a slow circle and ending with a bow.

Zack chuckled appreciatively while she lowered herself into the water and leaned her back against his soapy chest. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he teased.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted. “But more importantly, did you?”

“Loved it,” he whispered into her ear.

The little puff of air in her ear trailed throughout her body and caused an instant flare of heat. Zack ran his warm, soapy hands down her shoulders and arms until he reached her hands. Their fingers entwined, and he brought their clasped hands up to her breasts, where he began massaging them in a circular motion. The water rippled around them, and Emma’s nipples peaked in their hands. Her breath came in short pants when Zack slid their combined hands over her stomach and further down.

Emma started to protest and tried to untangle her right hand from Zack’s grip, but he kept it firmly in place. The combination of the warm, steamy bath and the feel of his large, masculine fingers fondling her under the water had her so taut with need that it wasn’t long before she found release. Her body was still pulsating when she sagged back against Zack’s chest and let out a long sigh.

Zack pulled her hair off to one side so he could nuzzle her neck and then asked, “Feeling cleaner now?”

Emma shook her head. “No, I still feel dirty.”

Zack’s head snapped back when she twisted in his arms to face him. She balanced on his muscular thighs and reached under the water. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for, and Zack moaned when she clasped him with both hands. The suds had dissipated some, and they both looked down to watch what Emma was doing to him. After a few minutes, Zack said amidst a groan, “Em, we need to get out of here or…”

She let go of him and patted the edge of the tub.

He raised his eyebrows at her, and she said, “Just sit.”

Zack perched himself on the edge of the tub, and Emma scooted up between his legs. She took him in her hands again before bending her head over him.

The sounds of Zack’s pleasure filled the steamy bathroom while Emma ministered to him with her mouth and hands. When it was over, she sat back on her haunches in the lukewarm water and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Zack gave her his own brand of smile in return. “Ya know, I decided that I like baths. No more showers. Just baths from now on.”

Emma stood, dripping wet, and pointed to the towel bar behind him. Zack pulled two towels down and handed her one before wrapping the other around his waist. “So baths are your new favorite?” she teased.