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She felt his lips on the tattoo, kissing it, sending warmth through her and making her nipples tighten into hard points. “Do you still have the tattoo on your back?”
“Yes.”
“Really? I thought you would’ve had it removed for …” she trailed off, because it was really hard to say the woman’s name. “Ashley.”
“She wanted me to, but I just never did. And, at the risk of sounding like an ass, the only reason I ever thought about having it removed while she and I were together was because of Jacob.”
Paige hadn’t even thought of the repercussions of Jacob seeing a woman’s face on his dad’s back that wasn’t his mom. At the very least, it would be confusing as hell. “I can understand that,” she said softly. “It probably would be a good idea to get rid of it.”
“I know. I should just do it, before he gets the chance to see it and asks a bunch of questions, but … God, I know it’s going to hurt.” He took a breath and then mused, “I suppose I could just get it covered with another tattoo. I don’t know what it would be, but it might hurt less than laser removal.”
“That might be an option,” she agreed, doing her best to appear unaffected, although, truth be told, it felt like a blow to have her likeness obliterated in any way. Even if it was for a logical—and understandably necessary—reason, it didn’t mean she had to like it.
David didn’t miss the flash of disappointment across her face, and it pleased him to know she didn’t like the thought of the tattoo being removed or covered up. For a split second, however, he felt bad for making her feel bad, but then forced it away, because if things went the way he hoped, the tattoo would cease to be an issue and could stay right where it was.
He gave her a gentle nudge toward the tub, and she took the hint, stepping into it as gracefully as she could. As Paige lowered herself into the hot water, she released a faint moan of sheer pleasure, before leaning back and focusing her attention on watching him shed his own clothes.
His shirt came off first, and even though she’d seen him without one on their last ‘date’, that didn’t lessen the impact of seeing him now. If anything, the vision of David by candlelight was almost better, since it washed his skin in a golden glow and made the lines of his shoulders, arms, and abs more defined.
Did she look that good by candlelight? God, she hoped so.
Next, David removed his shoes and socks, and as he straightened up, his hands went to the fly of his jeans. Feeling a hot surge of anticipation, Paige sat up and leaned forward without realizing it, to watch while he made quick work of the button and zipper. As the dark denim descended to the floor in a heap and got swept to the side, her eyes trailed over the muscled curves of his hair-roughened thighs and calves, before zeroing in on his one remaining piece of clothing.
His black briefs were form-fitting and doing a very nice job of highlighting the impressive erection he was sporting. Her anticipation swelled like a tidal wave and she actually shivered as he pushed his briefs down and stepped out of them, to stand naked before her.
Paige found herself blatantly appraising him, not even trying to hide it. For the most part, he looked just as she remembered—his cock was still long and thick with a flared head, and canted slightly to the left—but he’d taken his manscaping to a higher level. He was now groomed down to a thin layer of hair around the base of his cock, and she could see his balls were pretty smooth as well, giving him an extremely ‘clean’ appearance. “I really like your groomed look,” she told him.
“You do?”
She nodded, her gaze slowly moving back up his body, and when she finally made eye contact with him again, he looked a little bemused, probably because her examination had been so thorough. With a smirk, he took a few steps toward the tub, only to stop and ask, “Do you have any hair ties?”
The change of topic threw her for a second. “Uh, top left drawer,” she replied, then added, “Can you get me one, too?”
He turned and opened the drawer, and began rummaging around for the hair ties. For a moment, Paige was so sidetracked by checking out his bare ass that she almost failed to look at his back. When she did, she couldn’t help the elation at seeing her name and face inked on his skin; it made her happier than she could’ve imagined, even though she knew it most likely would be gone soon, in one way or another.
His search successful, David pulled his hair up and into a bun (giving her a quick chance to admire his flexing biceps) before stepping into the tub behind her, sloshing the water around a little bit and displacing some suds.
When he was finally situated, she looked back at him and held her hand up for her hair tie.
He shook his head. “I got it,” he told her, then indicated she should turn back around.
Slowly, she faced forward. A second later, his fingers were in her hair, gently sweeping it up and securing it into a matching bun, then tucking the bangs that weren’t quite long enough behind her ears. It was an oddly sweet moment for Paige, and she was smiling as he settled her against his chest—a position that came with a hard cock pressing into the small of her back.
“If my hard-on is bothering you, let me know,” he told her.
“And if it is, what are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing, really. It just seemed like the polite thing to say.”
She rubbed against the prominent ridge of his erection. “It’s fine. It’s actually providing me with a little lumbar support,” she teased.
He chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her temple.
After that, they fell into a soft silence, broken only by the occasional splash of water as David’s hands stroked along her arms and over her shoulders.
She could feel the rise of his chest underneath her with each deep breath he took and soon their breathing was in sync. “This is nice,” she murmured, feeling a moment of sadness that they’d never enjoyed anything like this before.
“It is,” he agreed, his hands getting a little bolder in their exploration, but still very gentle as he stroked her hips, stomach, and her breasts—which, after pushing aside some suds, he could now clearly see. His fingertips played with her nipples, drawing several pleased sighs from her and making her eyes close in bliss.
