A Little Bit Sinful(60)

She wasn’t certain how long she lay there. A door opened and she looked up expecting to find Mary there to assist her out, instead Justin stood over her. His amber eyes took in the length of her. Though submerged in water, he no doubt could see her every curve.

She resisted the urge to cover herself. He was her husband and therefore had every right to look upon her body. “This is lovely,” she forced herself to say. It was not untrue. The room was a pleasant surprise.

He smiled. “More lovely than I could have imagined.”

Heat flooded her cheeks.

He came to stand beside her, picked up her braided hair. “May I?”

“Of course.”

He methodically unbraided her hair. She sat up so that her shoulders and breasts were above the water. He retrieved the pitcher. “Tilt your head back,” he said. Then he poured the warm water over her head.

Chills started in her scalp and ran down her body raising the tiny hairs along her arms and tightening her nipples. He massaged soap into her hair, his fingers working up a lather. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations. He’d obviously chosen the lemon soap as the citrus smell soon surrounded her. And then he was once again pouring warm water over her hair to rinse out the soap. Her scalp still tingled from his ministrations. She wrung out the water from her hair and re-braided it so it hung in a long damp chain.

“Are you ready to get out?” he asked.

“Yes, the water is getting a little cold now.”

He opened a cupboard and pulled out a blanket, then went back over to her and wrapped her in it as she climbed out of the tub. The blanket cocooned her in warmth.

“Come,” he said, and he held a hand out to her.

…

He pulled her into his bedchamber. His mouth met hers in a hungry kiss and he forgot all about the situation of their marriage. They might have married out of necessity, but that didn’t change his desire for her. And now she was his. Only his.

Her tongue slid against his and his erection pressed painfully against his trousers. God, how he wanted this woman. They kissed for several moments. He reached between them and pulled the blanket off her. It slid to the floor. He tilted her chin up so he could see her face. He grabbed hold of her shoulders. His hands ran up and down her arms. “You want me, Chrissy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He took a shuddering breath. She’d alleviated most of his concerns in that one answer. He supposed there would always be part of him that wondered if she’d wished George had been the one to marry her. Justin knew he didn’t deserve Clarissa Kincaid, but damned if he didn’t long for her to want him.

He took a step back to see her, admire her body. Everything he’d seen in the bathtub had been through water. Right now, in this moment, it was pure Chrissy and he wanted to take his time and memorize every curve of her body.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped with rosy nipples that budded for his pleasure. His eyes followed down her torso past her waist to her curvaceous hips. He didn’t let his gaze dip any further, not yet. With one hand he twirled her around so her backside faced him. “I’d ask if anyone has ever told you that you have a delicious bottom, but I’m fairly certain I know the answer already,” he said.

She looked over her shoulder, her brows angled in surprise. “I’ve always thought it was a little too big.”

He ran his hands over the rounded flesh. “I disagree, it’s perfect.” While his hands continued to fondle her generous bottom, he nibbled at her neck. Looking up, he realized they stood directly in front of his dressing mirror. Clarissa’s head leaned back against his chest and her eyes were closed in an expression of delight.

He pulled his hand back, then swatted her bottom playfully. Her eyes flew open and he waited for her reaction. She didn’t cry out in pain, instead a shy, yet sexy smile slid into place that had him itching to take her right now.

His eyes took in the full length of her and he was certain in that moment he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. She was perfect in every way.

He swatted her bottom again and she cried out this time, but with pleasure.

Now. He wanted her now. There was time later to take things slow and easy. He kissed and suckled her neck while he removed his trousers and shirt until he too stood nude before the mirror. The contrast in their skin was mesmerizing. Hers so creamy white compared to his darkened skin covered in dark hair.

He led her to the bed, allowing his hands to continue to play all over her body eliciting moans from her. They stood next to the bed, but he didn’t lay her down yet. If he did that, it would be over too soon. This night would only happen once; he wanted it to be as pleasurable for her as possible.