Page 80 of Moto
I wakeup to the soft brushes of Dev’s lips against my cheek.
“Morning, butterfly,” he moans softly as I lethargically come around.
“Already?” I smirk drowsily. “What time is it?”
“Yes,” he muses. “It’s nearly ten.” I flutter my eyes open and meet Dev’s vibrant blue ones. “I thought you could use a bath to loosen up those stiff muscles.”
I gaze up at him curiously. Stiff? I shift on the mattress. “Oh,” I wince as parts of my body I didn’t know could hurt throb. Last night was . . . I don’t even think I have words to describe it … the most extreme, heart-pounding sexual experience of my life. And all I want is more. More of Dev’s lips and tongue and dark erotic desires.
The sound of the running water drifting from the bathroom beckons me awake.
“I’m in.” I smile indulgently.
“Did you think you actually had a choice?” Dev asks as he gingerly pulls me up. Damn, my body really does hurt. You’d think someone who works out as much as I do could endure the punishing I took last night, but that’s apparently not the case, because as I get closer and closer to the filling tub, my sore muscles bellow for the relief they know the hot water can provide.
Dev turns the handles to cut the running water, then helps me into the tub. He climbs in after me, pulling me against his body so my back is pressed against his front. Then he works magic, massaging the perfect place between my shoulder blades, where the knots are the tightest.
“Holy hell.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as he circles his thumbs, kneading away the pain. “Your hands . . .” My sentence is swallowed up as he presses a little harder, and my body sings in joyous hymns.
“My hands?” He kisses the curve of my neck sweetly.
“Your hands . . .” I can only moan.
“My hands love your body.” He finishes my sentence.
“Clearly. You showed me how much last night.”
“Yes, I did,” he agrees proudly.
“I can’t wait to find out what else they can do.” I sigh, relaxing against him.
“A few old tricks and maybe some new ones.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to both.” I pull his arm tighter around me and trace the cursive writing spiraling around his forearm. I know every word to the song etched underneath the ripped skin by heart.
“Enjoy yourself last night?” his voice rises in interest.
“I think my multiple orgasms can answer that question.”
“Yes, they can.” I feel his smile against the nape of my neck. “And I enjoyed every one.”
“So did I,” I purr, watching out the window over the tub as snow falls lightly from the gray sky.
“So can I take your enthusiasm as an open invitation to explore some more?”
“I think my multiple orgasms can answer that question, too.”
“Wiseass.” He bites my neck playfully, fastening his arms securely around me. I squeal, squirming, as he nibbles up and down. The water splashing over the side of the tub. It’s larger than a builder grade but smaller than a whirlpool, the white container fitting our two bodies just comfortably enough.
Once Dev finishes torturing me, we settle in, snuggling up in the steaming water. I play with his hand, turning it this way and that, pressing our palms together, measuring how much longer his fingers are than mine.
“Why did you become a doctor?” I ask.
“I always liked biology.” He playfully runs his hands down my sides. “And the study of the human anatomy.”
“I bet.” I giggle. “Really, though? Did you always want to be a cardiologist?” I attempt to be serious. Funny, as long as we’ve known each other, and as intimate as we are, that simple question seems to have been evaded.
“I always wanted to help people,” he says reflectively. “My original concentration was sports medicine. I wanted to work with pro athletes.”
