Page 117 of Secrets of the Brother
I carriedBianca over the threshold to my suite of rooms and kicked the door shut behind me.
The living room area was piled high with neatly stacked boxes. The personal items I had requested be moved up here from my piazza house. The rest of my belongings would be put in storage.
I glanced around the room until my gaze fell on a small bookcase centered under the arched window. I was pleased to see the most important item of all my belongings had been unpacked by the household staff, per my careful instructions.
On the three shelves, twenty leather-bound books with gilt lettering on the spines were lined up: landscapes volumes one through five, portraits volumes one through three, flowers, volumes one through six, and so on.
Holding Bianca close, I crossed the living space, through to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and folded the top comforter over her shoulders before heading into the bathroom.
After running a bath, I returned to the bedroom.
Walking to the opposite side, I opened the door to the changing room, turned on the light and left the door open so I could hear Bianca if she called out. Relieved to be getting out of these clothes, I pulled off my wrinkled shirt and slipped out of my shoes and trousers.
Tossing on a silk robe, I tied the belt around my waist and crossed to the bed.
Bianca was curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow tightly. Her beautiful dark eyes were open, watching me.
I went down on my haunches before her. Using the tips of my fingers, I pushed her hair away from her face. “I’m running a bath.”
She just stared at me.
My stomach tightened with worry.
Had I pushed her too far today?
After removing her broken shoes, I carefully pulled her up to a sitting position and gently set the pillow to the side. Standing over her, I pulled my coat off her shoulders, then helped her out of her ruined jacket. I lifted her arms and pulled the lace chemise over her head.
She lowered her arms and crossed them over her breasts.
Sensing her vulnerability, I used the bed coverlet to gather her back into my arms and carried her into the bathroom. I had adjusted the lighting to the lowest setting, so there was only a soft glow. Letting the blanket fall away, I carefully lowered her into the freestanding, oblong black marble soaking tub.
I removed my robe and slipped in behind her, settling my legs on either side of her hips. I drew her back, so her shoulders rested against my chest.
I picked up the natural sponge from the nearby table. The hot, soapy bathwater gleamed on her skin in the room's soft light when I ran the sponge along her left arm and across her front, then down her right arm. I dipped it into the water again and repeated the motion the opposite way.
It had been close to an hour since she had said a word.
“Would you like me to wash your hair?”
She didn’t respond.
I turned on the sterling silver spigot and lifted the hand shower. Careful to avoid her face and eyes, I directed the warm spray of water over her long, thick hair, soaking it. Setting the hand shower aside, I poured shampoo into the center of my palm and lathered it into a silky foam before spearing my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp.
My cock stirred to life against the curve of her ass. I would never get enough of this woman.
It wasn’t just that she was sexy as hell sitting in front of me in this tub, with the soft curve of her back glistening from the sparkling sheen of the soap. Even the simple, domestic act of washing her hair did it for me. It was something so intimate and pure. A genuine show of affection and care.
I hoped she let me wash her hair every day of our lives.
I wanted more moments like this.
Craved them.
She may not realize it now, but I couldn’t wait to hold her hand and go to a movie. I looked forward to the day we fought over dirty dishes in the sink. I wanted that sweet, domestic bliss with her.
I wanted a married life with her.
I wanted chaotic mornings filled with messy kitchens, a barking dog, children late for school, and my beautiful wife standing in the middle of it all staring at me with love in her eyes, wanting it no other way.
