“I like the sound of that.” Her smile was seductive as he climbed in behind her. But when he tried to draw her against his chest, she slipped away to press against the other side of the porcelain. “Uh, uh, uh. Playdates require games.”
“What kind of games?” Hot water lapped at his skin, making him burn that much hotter for her.
“Let’s start with Man Obey Woman and go from there.”
He snorted. “That’s how we’re going to do this, huh, monkey bear? You boss me around, and I come to heel?”
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing all along?” The steam produced a moist sheen over her beautiful face. The ends of her hair were wet, curling upward, around her ni**les. “I thought that was what we’ve been doing.”
“Funny.”
Grinning, she ran her hand through the bubbles. “We’re going to play Q and A. I’ve got questions, you’ve got answers.”
“Very well.”
She tapped her chin, saying, “Where to start, where to start? Oh, I know. Have you ever been totally, madly, deeply in love? You told me you’ve never said the words, but have you ever felt the emotion?”
“Other than with myself?”
She leaned over to twist his nipple. “I was being serious.”
“Ow! So was I.” He pried her naughty fingers loose. “No.” A pause. He remembered the sweatpants and boxers from his first days here and stiffened, thinking of her mooning over some faceless guy—who would soon die. “Have you?”
“No.”
Well, then. Murder was off the day’s agenda. “Then why do you own men’s sweatpants and boxers?”
“Because they’re comfortable.”
“Not from a previous lover?”
“No. Like I would really wear someone’s inferior clothing.”
Darling little elitist. He loved it. “What else do you have for me?”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, and he wasn’t sure he would like what came next. “You told me we didn’t have to worry about kids. Why is that?”
Okay. That he could handle. “I am, for all intents and purposes, fixed.”
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “You had surgery? But what about your ability to heal?”
“I wasn’t snipped like human males. A nifty little device was anchored inside my sac.”
“It is reversible?”
“Yes. Why? Do you want kids?”
She shrugged. “Maybe one day.”
His gaze lowered to her flat belly, and he thought about watching her grow big with his child. He went from wood to mega-wood in seconds.
Yeah. He liked the idea. “What’s your next question?”
She thought for a moment. “What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for a woman?”
He reached through the water and latched onto her foot, lifting it to massage her arch. As she moaned in pleasure, he said, “I’m doing it right now.”
“That’s sad.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Stop and I’ll poison you with the shampoo, stuff your body in a garbage bag, and set you out on the curb for trash day.”
Won’t laugh. “That’s quite a detailed murder plan.”
“Well, I don’t want to be caught, now, do I?”
He rolled his eyes and claimed her other foot. “All right, baby boo-boo. Getting serious now,” he said, and she gulped. “You’ve been attracted to me since the moment you met me, haven’t you? You’ve been carrying a torch for me all these years.”
“Ha! I’m being completely serious when I tell you it was hate at first sight. After a double shot of lust.”
He grinned. “Well, I was attracted to you.”
“You were?” she squeaked.
He nodded. “Then you opened your mouth. ‘Hate’ is too mild a word for what I felt then.”
She threw a handful of bubbles at him. “We’ve talked a bit about this, I know, but it hasn’t changed. I’m not even close to your type. Look at these,” she said, arching her back to cause her br**sts to thrust up. “They’re so small.”
“I’m looking, and I’m thinking they’re perfect.”
“You’re going to throw out your first lie? Over these?” She cupped them. “Maybe I’ll get implants.”
He went still. “I’m not lying, and you won’t get implants.”
“Maybe.”
“If you do, I’ll give the doctor who performs the surgery an implant of his own—my fist inside his chest. I will rip out his heart and drink his blood from his boots.”
“You’re serious,” she said, gaping.
“Totally.”
Grinning slowly, seductively, she crawled to him and straddled his waist. “That’s a very sweet thing to say.”
“Just being honest. And if you tell me you’re okay with me getting a penile implant, I think I’ll finally put you over my knee and spank you so hard.”
She nipped his ear, her breath warm on his skin. “Darling, if you were any bigger, you’d tear me in two.”
The endearment he loved. The compliment he savored.
The woman he adored.
He ran his hands over the perfect lobes of her ass. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you failed to protest the spanking.”
“Sure, you can spank me . . . if I can spank you.”
His own smile was slow. “Deal.”
She arched a brow. “Not going to try one of your famous bargains?”
“Why would I? I’m getting what I want.”
She laughed.
He loved when she laughed. “Okay, I have one more question before I forget I can use my mouth for talking.” His fingers slid forward and wrapped around her inner thighs, closing in on her sex. “What do you think about tattoos? For or against?”
Shivering, she rasped, “Some are good, some are bad. Why?”
“I used to have a few, but the fire destroyed them, and I’d like to get new ones—but only if my snuggle doodle likes the idea.” Two fingers inched higher. . . .
She licked her lips. “I remember now. You had those strange symbols around your navel.”
Among other things. “And how did you know that, hmm? Did you use to stare at me, princess?”
She slid her hand down his stomach and curled her fingers around his shaft, drawing a moan from him. “One thing has never changed, Mr. Blue. You like to walk around without your shirt. But to answer your question, I’m now one hundred percent for new tattoos. On one condition.”