Page 46 of My Salvation
“Huh?”
She pointed down at his cock. “It’s more purple.”
“Trust me, he’s not angry.” Taking a deep breath, he held out his hand. “My mate, would you like to join me in the bath?”
Shyly she nodded, and holding his hand, she carefully stepped into the bath and sunk down low. The hot water soothed away the cold her body felt all day. Moaning, she closed her eyes.
“Definitely not angry,” she heard him mutter.
She watched as he carefully lifted the bath tray and set it on the far side of the tub before he stepped into the bubbles and sat down. Groaning himself, he got comfortable sitting to her left. She laughed as they wove their legs around one another to get comfortable.
He passed her a glass of deep red wine and picked up a second for himself.
She accepted the glass. “I normally don’t drink red.”
“Trust me, mother has impeccable taste.” He took a sip and shuddered. “Excellent.”
She took a sip, and the tannins immediately seemed to coat her tongue, but the rich and bold flavor seemed to expand down her throat as she drank. “Oh, dear.”
Smiling, he handed her a single square of milk chocolate.
She scrunched up her nose. “I like dark chocolate.”
He wagged it in front of her. “Trust me.”
She took the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. The smoothness added an entirely new dimension to the wine. “Priest, you’re amazing.”
He laughed. “Wine is one of my mother’s passions. I learned from the best.”
She took another sip, then eyed her mate. “You mean you could do this with any wine?”
He nodded. “Pairings? With most wines, I can. I prefer to have tasted the wine at least once to be sure, but that’s harder to do with the rarer fae wines,” he said, holding up his glass. “I lucked out.”
“Rare fae wine?”
He nodded. “Mother picked this bottle out when I was a baby as a present to my future mate.”
“That bottle is over two-hundred years old!”
“There about.”
“Priest! This should be served at the palace or something, not in a bubble bath.”
“It’s the first intimate interlude I’m having with my mate. I can’t think of a better time to enjoy it.”
She took another healthy sip, practically emptying her glass, then handed it to him. “Fill me up for a toast.”
He downed his glass and filled them both before handing hers back.
She held it up. “To being mated to my best friend so that each night feels like the most exciting sleepover, with hot sex thrown in.”
“To being mated to my best friend so that each night has hot sex with an exciting sleepover thrown in,” he said, clinking their glasses together.
Not breaking eye contact, they both emptied their glasses.
She felt the exact moment the alcohol began to kick in. “Yessss…” she set her glass down on the edge of the tub.
Under the bubbles, Priest’s hands began to massage her feet. “That’s it, I’m lost,” she admitted, relaxing against the back of the tub, eyes closed.