shoulders than he’d been seven years ago, and his abdomen was deliciously ripped. A light smattering of masculine fur stretched between small brown nipples. His thighs, thick and muscled, flexed as he braced his legs apart while she stared.
His cock caught her attention. Rising from a nest of crisp, almost black curls, it was thick, veined, a ruddy tan along the shaft with a swollen purplish-red crown. “I’m just going to give you a bath.”
“I can manage on my own,” she choked out.
“Scared of me, Chrissi?”
“Course not.”
“Then scootch up and make some room.”
Lord, so this was how it would be, passed from one brother to the next. She should have been horrified, but deep inside heat blossomed again inside her. She wanted this. Needed it.
For closure, she told herself.
She scooted to the center of the large, rounded whirlpool tub.
He flicked a switch, sending the water swirling, then stepped inside, settling behind her.
When his hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her backward to rest against his chest, she fell against him, sighing. His cheek rubbed against hers, and then he bent to press a kiss against the top of her shoulder.
Chrissi accepted it. Not allowing herself to think about what was right or wrong. The scrape of his afternoon beard made her breaths come faster.
Something new. His whiskers had been softer the last time he’d kissed her. Cade was as much a man now as Ezra. Just as tall, just as hung. His cock was upright and snuggled against the seam of her buttocks.
“Why were you cryin’?” he murmured against her hair as his hands flowed over her. “Did Ezra hurt you?”
“He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”
“Were you scared?”
She shook her head, not wanting to talk about it.
His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs strumming the tips.
“I like that,” she said quietly, lifting her chest, encouraging him to squeeze.
His gentle massage awakened the heat in her belly. She shifted, restless, but hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Cade chuckled, his breaths soft, warm gusts against her moist neck. “Am I botherin’ you?”
“It’s just a bath. Maybe you should use some soap and get it over with.”
“Eager for me to touch you elsewhere?” he asked, skimming a hand down her belly until his fingertips combed her pubic hair.
“No,” she gasped, closing her legs and pulling her knees toward her chest.
“You know there’s not a part of you I’m not gonna touch or kiss, darlin’.”
“Why are you still talkin’?” she asked, her voice rising.
His chuckle shook against her back. “I’ve missed your sassy mouth.”
She’d missed the way he always surprised her. She’d always considered him the safe one, until he did something like this. Something sexy and unexpected. He knew how to get to her. Through a back door. Not like Ezra’s full frontal assaults. “You’re sneakier than Ezra.”
“Am I?” Long, thick digits slid through the top of her folds despite how tightly she clenched her legs together. They grazed her clit, sending a jolt of electricity arcing through her belly.
She rolled her head against his chest while his hand squeezed her breast harder. His fingers pinched her nipple while the ones hidden beneath the bubbles went to work on the swelling knot at the top of her folds.
Her knees slowly eased open, giving him room to work. He swirled and swirled while his body hardened against her and his cock twitched between her cheeks.
“If I turned you around, would you slide right down me, sugar?”
“I, ah… Don’t call me Sugar.” Her head lolled and her hips began to curl up and down, following his fingers, her knees falling farther apart. “Cade…?”
“Yes, baby.”
His whisper, warm and husky, made her shiver. “Oh, hell.” She gripped the handholds on the side of the large tub and lifted herself, then got her knees under her and turned with the assistance of his hands.
When her knees were tucked