Little Dark One

43 - love lost

Tommy

I couldn't keep my eyes off her perfect ass as she bent over the porcelain tub, adjusting the temperature of the water.

"Are you staring at my ass, Mr. Knox?" She teased, catching me with one glance over her shoulder.

"Of course I am." I admitted with a smirk.

Her hourglass figure was covered in baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. Masculine clothes that were most definitely not mine.

"Whose clothes are you wearing?" I asked, unable to fully mask the jealous nature of my question.

She finished adjusting the water and left the bath to fill, turning to me with a shrug. "I don't know, the boys just left them out for me."

A low growl of annoyance vibrated through my throat and a smug smile spread across her face.

"Relax Tomcat, you're getting a little feral on me." She teased, giggling at her new nickname for me.

"Tomcat?"

"It's sticking." She smirked.

"I don't like it." I muttered, pulling her into my arms.

"You're not supposed to like your nickname." She laughed and I muffled it with a passionate kiss.

Her laugh was like a thousand butterflies swarming my soul, I've never felt as good as I do around her. She was like a drug to me; with her I was high on cloud nine, without her I was going through a toxic, unbearable withdrawal.

She indulged my sudden feast of passion for a few moments before breaking free and pushing me towards the half full bath.

"Time to get in."

"You're not ready yet." I reached down and pulled the hem of her sweatshirt over her head slowly. Our overheating eye contact broke for a second as the material slid over her face. I balled the sweatshirt and tossed it into a random corner of the room.

Her breath hitched as I tugged the string holding her far too oversized sweatpants up. The second the string was released the material slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. Leaving her standing before me nothing but a white lace bra and panties. A real life angel.

I was about to run my hands over her addicting body when I began to sway. The small burst of energy fading quickly, allowing the exhaustion to return in full force.

Her small hands shot out and steadied me. "You're two seconds from passing out. Get in the bath, Tommy." She ordered, all the lust between us fading to the background where it was constantly simmering.

I stepped in and sank into the hot, foamy water, pulling her down with me. She unclasped her bra and tossed it over the edge, submerging her perfect chest in bubbles. She moved across from me to the other side of the bath and reclined so we were face to face across the rising water.

"Come here." She murmured, holding her hand out to me. I cocked my head at her but clasped our fingers together nonetheless.

She tugged and I slid across the bath into her arms, water sloshing over the edge onto the stone floors.

She pulled my shoulder back so I was laying between her legs, resting my head on her chest.

"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" I glanced up at her through my damp eyelashes.

Her smile was serene as steam billowed around us. It was obvious the water relaxed her almost as much as she relaxed me.

"I missed you. I spent too many days lost in purgatory, not knowing if I would ever see you again. Just let me hold you for a while." It hurt me to imagine her so upset, I made a mental vow to myself that I would do everything in my power to shield her from as much pain and hurt as possible.