A low growl rumbles in his chest, causing a spike of heat to flare between my thighs.

“Can I offer you a seat in the tub?”

I nuzzle my cheek against his back, savoring the heat of his skin. “I don’t know, I rather like this.”

His laughter is low and soft. “I do, too, but we have a problem.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” I stick out my tongue and stretch onto my tiptoes before I lick his earlobe and then suck it between my teeth, deriving the most exquisite satisfaction from his answering shiver.

“That you’re touching me, but I’m not currently touching you.”

I laugh softly. “Doesn’t seem like a problem to me.”

I drag my fingernails over his stomach, loving the flex and shift of his muscles as he attempts to hold himself still. “Does this bother you?” I ask, dragging my fingers lower, the trail of hair under his navel feathering against my fingertips.

“ ‘Bother’ . . . is not the right word,” he says with a low moan as my hand drifts lower. His skin radiates heat, and I drop the blanket still clutched around me before I press my body against his. Skin to skin, we stand in the swirling warmth as the tub fills with steaming water.

“Don’t move,” I whisper as my hand circles around his erect cock, wrapping it firmly before I slide my hand down then pump him with several strong strokes. His hips move with each decline, and I blow over the back of his neck, watching an eruption of gooseflesh spread over his skin.

“Lor,” he practically whimpers.

“Shhh,” I say. “I just want to touch you.”

“As long as I get my turn,” he growls as liquid heat pools below my navel and drips between my thighs.

“In a minute.” My hand continues with long, languid strokes, eliciting a reaction from each vein and pulse.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Please.”

“What do you want to do?” I say in a teasing voice.

“I want to do everything,” he says. “Touch every part of you. Taste every part of you. Be everything for you, Lor.”

“You are everything for me,” I say, and he peers over his shoulder, his eyes hooded and brimming with lust.

“I will never be enough for you, but I will keep trying until the day I die.”

“Don’t say that,” I whisper, reaching up to kiss him softly. “You are more than enough.”

His eyes flutter as I stroke him harder and faster, and our faces hover an inch apart as we breathe in each other’s space.

I want everything too.

Our eyes pin together, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth as I grip him firmly. He covers my hand with his and guides me as we stroke him together.