He leaned back in his own tub across from mine. “See? A few questions and already we begin to know each other. Nothing to worry about--I don't bite--not unless you want me to.”
Thick lashes made dark half moons under his closed eyes. He feigned disinterest. The steam beaded on his pale smooth skin. Some of those beads slipped down his face, tracing a line from his jaw, to his neck, then along his well defined chest.
I wanted to do bad things with him. I wanted to reach over and lick the beads off his chin then work my way down. I wanted to stroke my hands along...
“Yeah?” My gaze rose from tracing the streams into his blazing stare.
He enjoyed my admiration. “Would you like me to ... bite you?”
“Not yet. What? I mean, no. Thank you.” Thinking was hard enough with Rurik fully clothed. Now it was impossible. I could tell I entertained him to no end. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but not for your blood.” The edges of his eyes crinkled with his grin as he showed fang.
I was tired of him taking the lead in our rapport. My job dealt in seduction, yet since I’d met him, I’d lost control. He teased me with his flirtation and his body but two could play this game.
Self-confidence stirred back up, I turned away from Rurik and reached to get a sponge from the table. My movements exposed the length of my spine and a little more, just enough to make him think he got a peek.
His eyes burned along the curves of my hips and shoulders. They left my skin scalded with his desires. It’s been a long time since I dared play this game with such stakes on the table. Did I dare collect the pot if I won?
I knelt in the water, still facing away from him, and shook my hair free of its ponytail. The sponge spilled water as I squeezed it over my head. Warm and delicious it ran down my heated skin. I repeated this over and over until my hair was soaked. The tangle of my frizzed out poof tamed to soft curls once more.
“Why do you insist on calling me Rabbit?” My question floated on the steam in the room across to him.
“Rabbits are soft, quick, sweet creatures. You bring to mind a favorite poem.” The hunger in his voice made it deeper, almost sensual.
“Run, rabbit, run
Try to get away.
Run, rabbit, run
I've come out to play.
Run, rabbit, run
For it's the end of the day.”
I looked at him, cynical of his offer.
“It's good to be wary. I am a predator after all.” He knelt by my tub. “Indulge me. I like to do this.” For a fleeting moment, a touch of vulnerability peaked through the veil of intense, blue eyes. A yearning for my acceptance. It flashed so quickly, I doubted if it was real.
“Lean your head back and put your hair over the edge.”
“The water will spill onto the floor.”
“That's what the drain is for. Take it easy, I won't mislead you ... again.” A soft smile touched those full kissable lips.
The strength of his hands caressed the tender muscles of my shoulders. My moan echoed in the room as the pleasure bordering pain pulled from my injuries.
He gathered a handful of my hair and pulled forcefully trapping me with my back arched against the edge.
My body screamed 'yes' but my soul wasn't ready. The passion dissolved into guilt, as similar memories were dragged from the corners of my mind. An old familiar hurt twisted my heart as a vision of my dead husband returned.