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I glance from him to the pots. “I bet there isn’t a woman alive who can withstand your charms.”
Cameron’s lips tighten. He turns away to add the heated water to the tub.
I reach out to him, unsure how I’ve angered him.
“My charms as you call them aren’t just for anyone. You need to remember that.” He gathers the empty pots and turns to leave, anger and disappointment evident in his tightly held muscles. “Enjoy your bath.”
“Wait,” I say, stepping into his space and removing the pots. “Will you and your charms join me in the tub? Please?” I raise pleading eyes to his.
His nostrils flare and he clenches his jaw. With a stiff nod, he throws off his shirt. The urge to touch him is too much to bear. I brush against his upper body, memorizing the freckled landscape of his chest. Closer and closer, I approach until I press my lips above the bruised side above his nipple.
His hiss spurs me onto my next target. I flick my tongue against the pink bud, pulling it into my mouth and suck.
Cameron grabs my nape and pulls me away. His grip is strong but not painful. “Little lamb, you shouldn’t tease a wolf who hasn’t eaten.”
“But this wolf’s been tamed. And remember, I told you I’m ready.” I grin.
“You think so?” The fire raging behind his eyes causes my pulse to beat out of control and my breath to hitch.
Speechless, I nod, my stare glued to him.
He takes my hand and settles me in front of him in the tub. “I’ll determine how ready you are.” Then he proceeds to torture me with the most sinful bath I’ve ever experienced.
Teasing brushes against my skin with the soapy wash cloth, naughty words describing what he’ll do to me, his finger flicking my breast until I’m too sensitive to sit still.
“Cameron, please,” I moan.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know.”
“And that’s the problem. You have no idea what you like.” He abruptly pulls away, leaving me bereft. He finishes washing up himself and leaves me alone in the tub.
“I know I like the way you touch me.” A sense of dejection and shame wash over me as I hug my knees to my chest.
Before I wallow too deep in growing despair, he says, “Stand up. Your first lesson in finding what you really like won’t be in the bathtub. And before you say another word, I’m flattered by your praise, but I need to learn, too.” Cameron holds a towel wide for me.
My heart surges with renewed anticipation and I leap out of the tub. He wraps the towel around me, locking me in his embrace.
“You didn’t think this was the end, did you?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“We haven’t even scratched the surface yet.” He pulls me into the bedroom.
While I stand by, he repositions a cheval mirror to face the foot of the bed. He pulls me in front of him and kisses my neck before unraveling my towel and leaving me naked in front of my reflection.
“Look at how beautiful you are. It’s a damn shame you’ve neglected your body all these years, but we’re here to rectify that. Open your legs little lamb.”
But Cameron doesn’t touch me anywhere near my legs. He takes my hand and caresses me from my chin to my neck. “Every time you touch yourself, I need you to tell me what you feel. If you like it. If it makes other parts of your body react. Especially here.” He trails my hand over my stomach until my fingers graze the nub poking out from my mound.
I moan at the teasing tingle.
“Do you like it light or a little hard?” He applies more pressure.
Goosebumps rise across my skin. I gasp at the increased sensation and inadvertently close my eyes.
“No, little lamb. Open your eyes and talk to me. Which do you prefer?”
