Iliana went stiff in his arms, then just as quickly relaxed. “Help me,” she breathed against his lips.

Grunting, Duncan half-stood and bent to pick her up. Iliana went easily at first, but after the first three inches or so, suddenly grabbed at the side of the tub, bringing him to an abrupt halt. He had saved himself from falling into the tub the first time because his hands had been free. This time they were not. With Iliana in his arms, there was no way to regain or keep his balance, and he stumbled forward hard.

Iliana immediately twisted in his arms, crying out triumphantly as he landed half atop and half beside her. More prepared for this eventuality than he had been, she quickly shifted atop him, forcing him to sit in the water beneath her.

Smiling, she forced her eyes open somewhat, ignoring the burning sensation that elicited, and reached for the soap. She had just managed to grab it up when he regained himself enough to begin to shift beneath her in preparation of leaping from the tub. Desperate, Iliana immediately reached for and grabbed ahold of his manhood. He stilled at once, shock on his face. She stared back, rather shocked herself, then suddenly released him and threw her arms around his chest, hugging him close.

Duncan started to struggle at once, then paused as the feel of her soapy chest sliding across his own caught his attention. Damn, but it was erotic. Stilling, he let her squish herself against him, becoming aware of the fact that she was sitting on his lap facing him, her lower body pressed intimately to his beneath the water…and it felt damn good.

Realizing that he was no longer struggling, Iliana pulled back uncertainly.

“If ye stop, I’ll take ye to bed,” he warned quietly, and she immediately began searching about in the water for the soap with one hand, while massaging the soap she had spread on his chest with her own body with the other. Finding the soap, she went to work on him at once, cleaning and caressing him all at the same time.