Page 77 of Roped in Rawhide

I allow my eyes to slide shut while the troubles melt away. “Gosh, this is incredible. It smells so good.”

Chance’s expression is pleased. “That’s what I was going for. The clerk at the store said that these products are the best for sore muscles.”

My eyelid cracks open to peer at him kneeling on the tile floor. “You bought all this for me?”

He dips his chin. “It’s lucky for you that I did. You have a shortage of bath supplies.”

I sigh at the observation, not at all surprised or upset that he went through my stuff. “It’s not something I make time for.”

“Unless your roguishly handsome lover does it for you. I also grabbed a waterproof phone case, but we can discuss that later.” Chance whips out a loofah from seemingly nowhere and squirts a soapy liquid on it. “Drape your legs over the edge.”

“What’s that?” But I’m already obeying his request.

“A cleansing salve. It will soothe these patches of irritated flesh.” His touch is delicate as he washes the raw spots on my inner thighs.

I shiver at the friction. “You’re spoiling me.”

His eyes lift to mine for a beat before lowering back to my tender skin. “This is just a perk of dating me.”

“Are we dating?” I spread my legs wider, granting him more access.

“We’ve been on several dates,” he confirms. “Don’t forget about Friday.”

“And what will we be doing on Friday?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“How mysterious. Any hints?”

“Nope.”

“How will I know what to wear?”

His lips twitch, showing off his dimple. “You just will.”

“Okay, I’ll play along.” I notice his shirt and jeans are getting wet as he tends to me. “Get in here.”

Chance studies me and my intentions for a moment. “This isn’t a sex-tivity.”

“Noted.”

“I’m taking care of you,” he clarifies.

“Which you can do from in the tub. Then it won’t matter if you get dripped on. How else are we supposed to conserve water?”

He hesitates for another steady breath before setting the scrubber aside. My gaze feasts on him while he stands and tugs the damp cotton over his head. Those panty-incinerating abs flex for my admiration. When he shucks his Wranglers and boxer briefs, there’s no mistaking how hard he is. I keep my dirty thoughts to myself as he slips into the bath behind me.

Chance retrieves the sudsy loofah and resumes his gentle cleansing methods. I recline against him, splaying my legs wide. His cock pulses against my ass to encourage me. It takes two more methodical swipes before I’m grasping his hand and steering it to my vagina.

“Gem.” His tone is scolding.

“Hmm?” I don’t let him pull away.

“We’re not having sex.”

“What are you talking about? I’m just teaching you how to get deep in the crevices. Sand is trapped in there.”

His entire body stills. “Is it painful?”