Chapter Two

      “Fuck yeah.”

      There were two instances in life that demanded the oath hissed in satisfied tones. Following deliciously mind-numbing sex. And when sinking into the perfect bath, water almost—but not quite—too hot to stand, bubbles frothy but not overwhelming.

      Blu stretched up a leg in the bathtub and slicked the bar of cinnamon soap along her thigh. Bliss was an hour to herself in the tub. When they’d rebuilt the mansion, Creed had let her design every room, and this bathroom had been her first project. All white marble, including the tub, it offered her sanctity from the world.

      “Sorry, sweetie,” Creed said as he strolled in, barefoot but still wearing his Armani suit, and grabbed a toothbrush. “I’ll be quick. Or I could use the other bathroom?”

      “No, I don’t mind.” Sanctity breached, she knew it wouldn’t take him long and her peace would be restored. But seriously? She couldn’t get enough of the man. A few minutes to watch him was like a sweet treat.

      His hips shimmied when he brushed. Blu dipped low in the tub and smiled to herself. She’d heard married couples eventually grew bored of one another, less attracted, too. How that was possible, she didn’t know. Every day she found something new to admire about her husband .Tonight it was his silly toothbrushing shimmy.

      “What?” his reflection asked in the mirror, his mouth full of toothpaste.

      “I’ve never noticed your toothbrush dance before. Shake those hips, lover boy.”

      He shrugged, dismissing her request, yet with the last few strokes he offered her a few exaggerated shimmies. Rapping the brush on the sink, he wiped off his mouth then started toward the door. That was her guy: always willing to please, even if it meant giving her some space.

      “Wait,” Blu said. “I need you to do something for me first.”

      “Whatever my true love desires.” He stood there, arms spread, waiting her command.

      And Blu was inclined to command. “Take off your clothes.”

      His brow arched. “Really? I thought you liked your bath time all private and peaceful.”

      “Yeah, but you make me so horny. I want to watch you peel away your clothes and reveal the sexy muscles underneath. I always undress for you. It’s payback time.”

      “Very well.”

      Unbuttoning his crisp white linen shirt, and expertly snapping the platinum cufflinks from his cuffs, he quickly took it off and tossed it aside. The cufflinks chattered across the marble vanity.

      “Slower,” Blu directed. She stretched her arms along the warm marble tub rim and put up a foot near the faucet. “I like to see your muscles flex. Don’t tell me you’ve never performed a striptease?”

      The man didn’t blush, but his blinking look from under the fall of his dark hair gave away his surprising hesitance. “Actually, I don’t believe that opportunity has ever presented itself in all my years.”

      With a teasing lift of brow, he unzipped his trousers and slowly pushed them past his hips until the fabric fell to his ankles. As he stepped out of them his abs flexed, highlighting that gorgeous cut muscle that eased along his hip and down toward his loins.

      Blu felt the water’s heat near boiling. No, that was her body temperature rising. Maybe she could boil the water? Ha!

      Her husband, a six-foot-plus warrior, stood in front of her wearing nothing but the form-fitting boxer briefs she’d bought for him. The briefs were black, thigh-and cock-hugging, and went to the tops of his thighs. Normally, she would pull those down herself—with her teeth.

      “Turn around,” she insisted. “Let me see those powerful delts and obliques. Oh yeah. That’s the way to make this wolf growl.” An appreciative growl felt very necessary.

      Sliding her fingers down her stomach, she strolled them over her cleft, but didn’t want to finger herself. The visual was enough. Besides, if she clenched her legs together, that primed her just enough to take this fuck-yeah bath over the top. “Briefs down, big boy.”

      He turned slightly and tugged down the briefs, letting them drop. Viewed from the side, Creed’s powerful frame was wide about the chest and thighs. He looked as though he spent hours daily in the gym, but it was his vampire nature that kept him lean and tight, an iron-strapped god of flesh and bone. And there, his cock, upright and proud, and ready for action. Uncircumcised, the foreskin had slipped down beneath the bold, red head of it, and Blu imagined the feel of it entering her, pushing forcefully to ease into her pussy.

      He spread his arms and tilted forward a hip. “You like to look at my cock?”

      “Fuck yeah.”

      “You want to touch it?”

      “Ye—erm…no.” Tugging her lip down with her teeth, she devised a more intriguing plan. “I want to watch you stroke yourself. Slowly.”

      With an approving shrug, Creed stepped a few feet closer to give her a front-row view. Grabbing his cock, he moved his fingers expertly up and down what Blu knew must feel like molten steel in his grip. Even though they made love often, she knew he jacked off as well. Didn’t bother her. He was a man; it was what men did. And hell, she jilled off, because thinking about Creed when he wasn’t around demanded immediate satisfaction.

      “That’s my big guy,” she cooed. “You like it firm and faster?”

      “Mm…” he replied, picking up the pace. His gaze had been focused on her, but as his strokes grew faster, his eyelids shuttered and mentally, he turned inward.

      Man, she loved watching him do this. So focused, intent, vigorous. Come to think of it, that was a good way to describe how he handled a battle sword. He really gave the thing a workout and he wasn’t gentle with it.

      Note to self: whack that thing around next time she had it in hand. It could take it, and he preferred it rough.

      Her thoughts made her smile, and she slipped an arm over the tub side and rested her chin on the edge to get a closer view