Torrential Love

Chapter Thirty-Five

~YAEL~

Yael shifted uncomfortably on the bed and pulled the collar of her dress from her body. She pushed her hand into the hole and scratched her body in annoyance.

Every surface on her skin itched! It was terrible! She hadn't bathed for around a week, and it was feeling so unbearable because of it. Duncan sent her a brief glance before he put his book aside to fold his arms and give her another knowing stare.

Oh, how she wished Lucy were here. She would get a hot, steaming bath and her body wouldn't feel so itchy anymore -

"Yael, let me bathe you," Duncan said, breaking the silence.

She pursed her lips and looked at the windows with closed blinds. "No."

"I know it's itching," he said. "I promise I won't do anything shameful. I'll be careful."

"It not that I'm worried about. It just... just..." she said in embarrassment. And the real reason flashed across her mind.

And it shook a loud laugh free from Duncan's throat.

"So that's why you refuse to let me bathe you," he said in between laughs.

She shook her head, furious that she let that thought loose. "No!"

"Not much I can do about it, right? If I touch your bare skin and you - "

"Shut up!"

"And you find yourself getting turned on from it - "

"Duncan!"

He laughed. "Come on, I promise I'll try to be gentle. But I can't promise I will keep you from that orgasm."

She picked up a cushion to throw at him, but he dodged it.

"I hate you," she said. Then used her fingernails to scratch her forearm hastily when another angry itch surfaced.

"Come on," he said again.

"Fine, fine!" she groaned loudly.

"About time," he said, picking her up into his arms and carrying her into the bathroom. He set her down on a tall wooden stool, which she half sat on, half leaned against. She looked at everywhere but him, and heat filled her body.

"I - I - " she started but could not finish.

"Let me unbutton your dress," he said. "Can I?"

She nodded.

He pried the first button on her dress free from the hole, and continued doing so for the rest of the buttons, and her dress parted in half. He let it fall to the ground, and she stood before him in her bra and panties, her cheeks - she was certain - a bright red.

In embarrassment, she shot a quick glance at him, but did a double take when she saw his expression. His gaze on her was hard and his lips thin, like he was trying to hold himself back from doing something. He reached out shaking hands towards her back and unhooked her bra. She peeled it from her body and he stood before her, frozen.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing - I mean - " he said, stumbling over his words. "Just that - "

"Huh?"

"Let's continue," he said, putting both his hands at the panties on her hips. He dragged it down past her thighs and knees, to her ankles. He left it on the ground and picked her up again to set her into the bathtub. He brought a shorter stool to the side of the bathtub after he turned the faucet on, and sat there with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"What?" Yael said again.

"Nothing - " he said again. His eyes roved her body hungrily and she brushed her hair away from her front.

"Oh," was all she could say.

Slowly, the bathtub filled, and she was half submerged in water. He squeezed some soap onto her hands and she lathered her upper body with it. He also took some, propped her legs up and spread the soap over both her legs.

She tried to keep her breathing slow and normal, but it became ragged. Trying to keep that from him, she put her hair back to her front. Instead, her doing that made him look at her chest. He looked at it and she followed his line of sight naturally, and her hard nipples stared back at her. She returned her eyes to him and saw him turning away with a clenched jaw, as if the sight of her irked him somehow.

"More soap on leg," Yael said to him. She could tend to her upper body, but definitely not her lower body. He nodded and removed a loofah from a hook. He rubbed it across her legs, scratching the dirt from her knees. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said. "What else do you need?"

She thought about that.

He looked at her, his gaze on her searing into her soul, and she swallowed hard. The hand he left on the side of the bathtub gripped hard onto it, and she returned his glare with her own.

The hand holding onto the loofah dipped between her knees and gradually made its way higher up her lower body until it met with her fuzz. She inhaled sharply, her body giving a small jerk at the soft brush of the loofah against her opening.

He rubbed the loofah over her opening slowly, moving it up and down. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as he dug the textured material into her clit. Her body shivered and within moments, he tossed the loofah to the side and ran his rough fingers across her bud before sliding a finger over her entrance, causing a sigh to rip from her mouth.

Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled it to the side. Her neck bared for him, and he bit into her skin passionately.