Page 38 of Planned Seduction
Chapter Eight
Amy would have given just about anything to massage his leg, but she knew if she did, things would degrade beyond the point of decency. Fast.
She flashed a devilish grin right back at him. “I have a better idea, so long as you don’t mind taking all your clothes off.”
Daniel’s dimple vanished with his smile. His eyes darkened, and the look he shot her was so hot, Amy about melted.
“Get your head out the gutter. I’m talking about running you a bath.” With that, she patted his arm and headed to the bathroom.
There was something incredibly intimate about drawing a bath for Daniel, imagining him lying there naked in the heated water. A moan escaped her throat and echoed throughout the bathroom at the vivid vision. Amy had to take a minute to compose herself before returning to him.
“My mother always claimed a bath’s the perfect place to soak away your aches and pains.” She offered him a hand. “The water’s hot, and I’ve turned down the lights. I guarantee by the time you get out, you’ll feel like a new man.”
The question was, how would she feel, knowing he lay meters away from her, submerged in steamy water, naked as the day he was born?
“That’s pretty decent of you.” Daniel limped toward the bathroom. “One question.”
“Yeah?”
His smile revealed that evil flash of dimple. “If I have trouble washing all those difficult-to-reach places, will you help me?”
Amy spent the next twenty minutes obsessing about which places would be difficult for him to reach, and how she’d use the soap to make sure she got them really clean.
Fortunately, Daniel’s phone rang, interfering with her increasing fascination. She answered when she saw Lexi’s name.
“Who was that?” Daniel asked as she hung up.
“Your sister.” She turned around. “She called to see how you’re—” Her tongue hit the floor, making intelligible speech pretty much impossible.
He wore nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, the color accentuating his tanned skin. Below it, beads of water clung to the golden hairs curling on his long, muscular legs.
Water ran in tiny rivulets from his shoulders down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched a drop trickle over his nipple and slide down his hard, flat stomach, only to disappear into the towel. Warm heat hummed in her belly, and she repressed the urge to quench her sudden thirst by catching one of those droplets with her tongue.
She wanted to run her hands over his wet torso, rip the towel from around his waist, and devour him in all his naked, very male, glory.
“Like what you see?”
“Huh?” She jerked her gaze up to meet Daniel’s and saw amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Just asking.”
“I was looking to see if your, um…bruises were more visible than earlier.” To reinforce her point, she lowered her gaze to his knees. The only problem was her downward gaze snagged on the towel. Was it her imagination, or was there a bulge there?
“Are they?”
It certainly looked like an erection to her. “Are they what?”
“More visible now?”
“Huh?” It was most definitely an erection. A substantial one, at that, given the way the towel just moved.
“The bruises. Can you see them now?”
“What bruises?” He was hard. That meant he was aroused. And if she was aroused and he was aroused, then—
Daniel chuckled. “A little distracted, are we?”
Bruises.
