Page 76 of Thorns of Blood

And that was where Dr. Freud came in.

I had contacted her, and she’d agreed to take Lia on. The fact that we’d be in Boston made it that much more convenient. Yes, Dr. Freud spent the majority of her time in Europe these days, but her family was based out of Boston and she often visited.

Shoving the thoughts of therapy aside, I entered the stateroom my wife and I shared and paused when I heard a soft humming sound.

Are those the tub’s jets?

I made my way deeper into the suite, my loafers soundless against the carpet.

When I walked into the bathroom, I found Liana in the tub, her head tipped back, her long blonde waves hanging over the edge.

God, she was beautiful. When she smiled, which wasn’t often, she glowed. But the best part was how we’d started building trust between us. I wanted it all, all her love.

The rain plinked against the stretch of windows, but all I could focus on was her breathing. Her crimson-stained cheeks and her chest, rising and falling steadily. I was about to announce my presence when she moaned. Her shoulders trembled slightly and realization of what she was doing sunk in. My wife was touching herself.

My hand instantly reached out, starving for the feel of her skin against my fingers, but then I stopped myself.

Instead, I walked closer to the tub, fascinated by the bliss on her face and the little sounds she was making as she rode her own hand.

My cock stirred, taking mere seconds before it was rock-hard, and I couldn’t help but want to discard my clothes, climb into the tub, and fuck her senseless until she begged me to stop.

But that wasn’t the right approach, and the last thing I wanted was to betray her trust. She’d been betrayed plenty, and I wouldn’t be another name on that list.

“Liana?” I said, my mouth moving of its own volition.

Her eyes shot up in alarm and she sat up, her breasts rising above the bubbles.Her hardened pink nipples captured all my attention. Perfect teardrop tits that I now knew fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.

I was so hard I feared I would spill in my pants.

“What are you doing here?” Liana demanded, her eyes narrowed on my erection.

I forced myself to remain calm and not give into my urges to act like a caveman.

“We share this room,” I reminded her as I marveled at my ability to keep my tone light and my feet glued to my spot.

She sat farther up in the tub, clearly not realizing how much of herself she was exposing. All I wanted to do was drag her out of the tub, bend her over the counter, and fuck her senselessly while she watched us in the mirror.

“If you’re staying in the tub, I’m joining you,” I said as I tore my eyes away from her and grabbed a towel.

She stood up, moving efficiently and gracefully, reaching for me.

“Come here,” I said softly. When she didn’t move, I repeated, “Come here, wildflower.”

Her gaze met mine, annoyance flaring in them. Lia hated being ordered around, and while I understood why, I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing her eyes flash.

The water glided over her skin and I watched her take a step, then another, ripping my breath from my lungs with each one. I clenched my jaw in an attempt to stay in control, to keep myself from lifting her into my arms and taking her to bed.

“Turn,” I murmured, my hand gliding up her arm and around the back of her neck, my thumb on her throat. Her pulse was racing and I wondered if she even realized that her body betrayed her.

I leaned in, inhaling her faint floral scent, and she watched me through her half-hooded gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She bridged the distance between us and I kissed her slowly, testing the waters. I never knew what to expect with Lia. Whether she’d kiss me or kill me. Fuck, maybe even both, but what a glorious way to go that would be.

My hands roamed over her body, her skin slick and wet against my fingers.

She pulled back, her eyes dropping to my now wet shirt, and then she shocked me further. She brought her hand to the damp spots of my shirt, tracing them with her fingers. Her touch set me ablaze.