Page 6 of Deadly Obsession

“You scared the shit out of me! What, with the book moving and appearing in the window like that! Could have given me a heart attack.” Her face went stern and her not-so-foreign-to-these-ears accent made her sound even more displeased.

I knew her better than that.

“Come now, princess. You can pretend all you want, but you loved every fucking minute of it,” I growled out at her, leaning into her ear and taking a soft nip on her lobe before pulling back.

“Fucker…” she murmured as she settled into the water, as if just now realizing she was in the tub.

With that, I pushed to my feet and moved around to sit on the stool behind her. “That’s what I thought, princess,” I said with a smile as I picked up a cup, filling it with warm bath water.

Then, with my free hand, I reached around and placed a finger under her chin, ushering her to tilt back.

She followed my gesture like a good girl, and I poured warm water over her head.

Repeating the gesture till I’d wet every inch of her beautiful obsidian hair.

I picked up the bottle of shampoo from beside the tub and squirted some into my hand, beginning to massage and lather it into her scalp.

The rich vanilla scent filled the air, and I realized the moment she recognized it because she leaned forward and turned slightly, looking down at the floor to see the bottle.

“Coco & Eve? How did you know that was my favorite shampoo?” she asked, her voice almost suspicious. But not scared.

“Attention to detail. In every teasing photo you’d send me from your bathroom, I noticed the same bottles were always in the shower.”

As I rinsed out her hair, I became captivated by the suds running down her delicate neck, over her collarbone, and meeting the water right at the start of her breasts.

My cock, lacking any control, hardened instantly but I didn’t obey it and wouldn’t give in to my own lust. Not yet.

Tonight was about pleasing my girl. Lord knew she’d been far over due for a man’s touch.

Once the shampoo was rinsed out, I began working the conditioner down her hair.

“James, this is so nice. I didn’t expect this. Where did you learn to wash hair?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly as my fingers moved to the back of her neck. “Washing out the horses’ manes and tails on the ranch,” I replied truthfully, and the laugh that came from her was the most contagious thing I’d ever heard, and then I was laughing with her.

“Well, I hope I have nicer hair than a horse.”

“I reckon just about,” I teased her back.

Before she had the chance to respond, though, I pressed firmly into the sides of her neck with the thumb and trigger finger of my left hand while my right squeezed her shoulder. Her already-fading laughter cut off with a gasp and a moan.

“Fuck…” was all she managed to let out as I pressed harder, intent on working out every inch of this woman’s tension. When I felt one shoulder was loosened enough, I switched to the other side while continuing on her neck .

She was leaning back into my hand, arching her spine and rolling her shoulders like she was guiding me to her worst spots. Her breathing was getting heavier, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure, and it was driving me mad.

Continuing to massage with one hand, I leaned forward, reaching the other down into the water and slowly moving it along her large, full breasts.

Taking one nipple between my fingers, I pinched and twisted it, enjoying the light gasp of pleasure that escaped her.

I then slowly reached across her chest and did the same to her other nipple before gliding my hand farther down her body.

From what she’d told me, it had been years since she’d been willingly touched, even longer since a man had touched her right.

She was going to learn that only I was capable of touching her properly.

Inching closer on the stool to allow myself better access, I moved my fingers between her legs, slow enough to allow her the opportunity to stop me if she wanted to.

She didn’t. Her legs parted more for me and my fingertips glided down over her most-private area, my palm cupping her pussy.

A moan escaped her lips, and I pressed forward, moving my hand in small up-and-down motions, feeling her heat increase even against the already-warm water.

Lowering my face, I brushed my lips against her neck in soft kisses.

My hand once more gliding up over her pussy.

But this time, my fingertips parted her, finding her clit.

I started moving them in small circles, matching the rhythm of the kisses I placed up her neck.

When I reached her ear, I bit down, tugging and sucking it into my mouth.

She moaned and pressed against me— so responsive.

I continued working her clit with one hand and massaging her breasts with the other till I heard her moaning my name.

“James, don’t stop… I’m so close,” she cried out as she leaned into me.

Feeling her body tense, I shifted my hand from her breast to her chin and pulled her into a passionate kiss just before her legs began to quake.

She came for me, her shaking thighs turning the stillness of the water to a roaring ocean in the midst of a hurricane.

Just as quickly as it came on, however, the water calmed as she pried her lips from mine and leaned her head back against me, panting for air.

I kissed her once on her temple with a smile pulling at my face. “Let’s get you rinsed out and dried off, Harps.”