Page 48 of My Salvation

“I’m not that tipsy, Priest Vi’Aerdan.”

“Gods help me.”

“No one can help you now,” she mock threatened.

Lazily she began to stroke him but noticed, for all water around them, she didn’t have the slickness she needed to really work him the way she wanted.

Twisting, she unstoppered the bath, and water began to drain. Smiling, she picked up the bubble oil she used earlier and poured a liberal amount into her hand.

Her mate’s golden eyes had darkened to a honey brown. “You should see yourself. A tantalizing seductress.”

When the water drained enough, she wrapped her oiled hand around him again, and this time, she was rewarded with a loud guttural moan.

Alternating between long pumps along his shaft and quick flicks of the head had him panting her name. “Cas…Cas… I’m coming.”

Feeling mischievous, she twisted harder than usual as she leaned down and bit on the tendon between his neck and shoulder.

Shouting, her mate came hard. She felt stickiness hit her chin and chest between them. “Gods, that’s so sexy,” she whispered as she licked her bite mark gently.

“Throw a towel over my corpse and tell my brothers to bury me in this tub,” Priest said, gasping for breath.

Giggling, she sat back, feeling proud of herself.

Stretching, she turned the shower on, spraying them both with ice-cold water by accident.

“Ahh!” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Cas! I can’t move!”

This only made her laugh harder as they waited for the water to warm.

Priest had a tragic expression as he stared down. “Poor guy, bliss, then he had to run for his life.”

“Stop, I beg you,” she wheezed.

“Here lies Priest Vi’Aerdan. He reached the heavens before being frozen to death.”

Shaking her head, she stood under the now lukewarm shower stream. “You’ll live.”

“Lies!”

She moved her body to one side so that the water hit his face again.

“Aggh!”

Laughing, she rinsed her body and washed up. “Come on, my love. As sexy as it is to be covered in jizz in romance books, the harsh reality is that it’s sticky and it smells.”

“I don’t smell.”

“Priest, all bodily liquids smell.”

“Spit doesn’t smell.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Really?” he asked, standing. He reached for the shampoo and began massaging her scalp.

Groaning, she leaned into him. “Your magic hands are what have us showering and wasting our perfectly good bubble bath.”