Page 48 of Undeniable
I needed a big glass of wine. A good book. And a warm bath.
I stood and grabbed my purse, grateful it was close enough to the end of the day that I could slip out. I went straight home, took off my bra, and poured myself a large glass of wine. I stewed for a little bit, but then I opened Connor’s and my latest book on my e-reader and tried to lose myself in the author’s words.
When I finished my second glass of wine, I poured another before heading to the bathroom. I switched on the faucet to the tub, eager to sink into a hot bath after a long day. My conversation with Seth was stressing me out.
Then there was the upcoming Spines for Soldiers event. I’d been running around, preparing for the panels and the meals and everything else, and I was exhausted. But the future of the program—and very likely, the future of my job at Igloo—depended on this. I only hoped everything I’d done would be enough.
It was a good distraction. A necessary distraction from the fact that I was going to meet Connor in just a few days. Part of me still couldn’t believe it. Another part was nervous as hell.
Hence the bubble bath. And the third glass of wine.
The lights were low, the candles lit. I was just about to silence my cell phone when it rang. Connor’s name flashed on the screen, and I hesitated a moment before answering.
“I can’t talk long,” I said, holding the phone to my ear as I dropped a bath bomb into the water. It immediately bubbled and hissed, colors swirling out into the water as the scent of vanilla and orange filled the air. It reminded me of my grandma’s famous orange-spice loaf. The one she always made at Christmas. “Maybe five minutes.”
“What happens in five minutes?” he asked, his tone light and teasing. “What’s that in the background? Is that… Are you about to jump in the shower?” His voice was strangled, and I nearly laughed at his tone.
“Bath, actually,” I said. “And my bath bomb just detonated, so you have four minutes now.”
“I-I—” he stuttered, and I smirked.
I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I was, but it was nice to catch Connor off guard for once. He was always flirting and teasing, taunting me. And now I was giving him a little taste of his own medicine.
“Three minutes.” I slid out of my clothes. “Did you call to talk about the book?”
“Fuck the book. You’re taking a bath?” he groaned.
I grinned, loving the desire in his tone. “I’m about to be.”
“Are you naked?” he all but growled, and the ache forming between my legs spiked.
That voice. The words he said.
“You are, aren’t you?” he pressed when I didn’t answer. His voice oozed confidence and sexuality, and I could just imagine how good he’d sound whispering filthy words in my ear.
“Maybe,” I said, biting my lip. He couldn’t see me, yet I felt bared to him.
My body cried out in desperation, but my mind cautioned me it was a bad idea. It was too much, too soon. I was already in over my head.
“God, I wish I were there.” The rawness of his voice scraped over my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
I closed my eyes and admitted the truth. “So do I.”
“But what the hell is a bath bomb?”
I giggled.Okay, maybe I should slow down on the wine.“You don’t know what a bath bomb is?”
“I don’t typically take many baths, unless they’re ice baths.”
“Bleh.” I shuddered. “You couldn’t pay me enough money to climb into a tub of ice.”
“They’re good for recovery.”
“I don’t care what they’re good for. I’m a fan of not freezing my delicate bits.”
“Mm.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me more about these delicate bits.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I should get going.”