However, it had caused her to become very self-reliant at a young age, and incredibly independent.
Still, she’d wanted so much better for Hayden, and she tried to rush home from work at the law office every day the minute the clock struck five, picking Hayden up from the babysitter so she and her daughter could have dinner together every single evening. They snuggled together to watch TV or played games on the nights Shea wasn’t working at the club. They spent the weekends at the park or exploring, trying to keep their adventures within her budget.
Just the last few days of not having to worry about cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, or cleaning had been like a mini vacation. Spending an entire few days with her daughter had been like a dream.
Having Bryan cater to other, more intimate needs was like a beautiful fantasy.
He stripped her clothing off slowly, as though he was uncovering some kind of treasure, while the enormous round tub was filling. He’d turned off the overhead lights and turned on the smaller, muted lights that were scattered throughout the room. They were simulated candles that flickered, leaving plenty of illumination, but the atmosphere was dream-like and relaxing. With the light steam that was filling the large, luxurious bathroom, Shea felt the whole experience was somehow even more surreal.
Standing in front of Bryan completely nude, she flushed as his hungry eyes consumed her, his intense stare making her feel like a goddess.
“You’re so beautiful, Shea.” His voice was deep and sensual. “What’s this?” He reached out and touched a few small stretch marks she’d had since birthing their child.
Shea reflexively put her hand over her abdomen, moving his fingers away. “Stretch marks from my pregnancy. They never totally went away,” she told him defensively. The marks weren’t ugly, and they’d faded, but they were visible. She turned to step into the foaming water, the tub having nearly filled.
“Don’t,” Bryan answered in a voice that was something between a growl and a groan. He turned her back around and dropped to his knees, kissing the two small lines that were still visible. “These…” He kissed each mark and slowly traced them with his tongue. “Are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” he finished, his voice muffled against her abdomen.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, her breath hitched from the feel of his hot tongue leaving a trail of fire wherever he licked. “They’re ugly,” she argued.
“They are the marks of our baby; the living, breathing child that you gifted me with, Shea. They could never be anything but beautiful. Seeing them reminds me of how that child was created, and how much I want to make up for the fact that you went through her birth alone,” he insisted.
The low, sexy rumble of his voice, in his panty-meltingly attractive accent, made her bite back a moan. He meant every word he was uttering. She could hear his passionate conviction in his tone. “I think you’re the only man on earth who finds stretch marks sexy,” she answered, amusement in her voice now. It was hard to be self-conscious when Bryan was worshipping her flawed belly.
“I find yours sexy because they created our child,” he corrected. “You will never be ashamed of them.”
Shea smiled, wondering if she was getting used to the fact that Bryan seemed to slip back into making everything sound like a royal decree. Maybe she actually was getting used to it because it was part of who he was. He wasn’t being necessarily bossy when he said things as a statement rather than a request — at least not all the time. He’d grown up issuing orders. He was His Highness, Prince Bryan Ivan Mario Demande of Rubare Collina. He’d told her his full name when they’d first arrived here and were looking at some of the portraits in the gallery. She had no idea why he’d been christened with his other names, but he bore the name of his uncle who had been killed before Bryan was even born.
He got to his feet and took her hand to guide her up the two steps to the elevated tub. Switching off the water, he watched her as she slid down into the water, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as the hot water made contact with her skin, relaxing her muscles as she slid into the depths of the tub. The bubbles slid over her shoulders, and Shea savored the warmth of the water.
“Are you coming?” she asked Bryan curiously. He was still standing beside the tub fully dressed.
“Not yet. But I’d like to,” he told her with a smirk as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Shea’s tongue darted out to lick her dry lower lip as her eyes locked onto his motions, unable to move her fixed gaze away from over six feet of masculine perfection as he bared his body. He shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing his ripped chest and abdomen. His biceps flexed with every movement, his entire body perfectly proportioned. Bryan was sculpted naturally from his physical work and lifting in the mine, which made him that much hotter. Her heartbeat accelerated as he popped the first button on his jeans, about to reveal what lay beneath that tantalizing happy trail of dark hair that disappeared inside the waistband.
The jeans finally came off and her eyes widened as he pushed both the denim and his boxer briefs down his legs, his cock standing at full attention against his lower abdomen.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered huskily.
And he was. His skin was a golden brown all over, like he had a permanent, perfect tan, his muscular thighs holding his body erect in a casual stance. He wasn’t the least bit shy about revealing his body. Hell, he didn’t need to be. He radiated strength and masculinity naturally, consummately.
He shrugged his broad shoulders as he put his hands on the side of the tub and swung his body into the water in one powerful move. “I’m only a man like any other.” Snaking his arms around her waist, he leaned his back against the opposite side of the tub and pulled her between his legs, her back resting against his chest.
“You’re a prince,” she reminded him.
“A prince is also just a man, one who may wield more power than others, but with all of the same weaknesses and flaws.” He reached for a large sponge on the shelf of the tub.
Bryan had very few flaws, and she wanted to tell him so. He was the only man she’d ever known intimately, but she knew she’d gone straight to the best of men. “I didn’t have to kiss a lot of frogs to find my prince,” she said with a giggle, feeling relaxed and giddy.
“I hate that fairy tale,” Bryan grumbled, moving the sponge slowly over her shoulders.
“It’s one of your daughter’s favorites,” Shea chastised him teasingly.
“I will teach her new ones. Tales that don’t have a prince thrown against the wall,” he decided adamantly.
“Hayden likes the modernized version of the princess kissing the frog.”
“I guess I can handle that one,” Bryan answered grudgingly. He moved the sponge over her breasts in a seductive caress. “Right now I’d much rather hear about her mother’s favorite fantasies.”
Shea sighed as Bryan moved the sponge thoroughly over her body, down her back and then around to her belly. “I think I’m living one of them right now.”
“I think I can do much better than this, sweetheart,” he rasped harshly into her ear, as though he was trying to rein in his control.
He let go of the sponge and let it drift to the top of water, his palms sliding down the top of her thighs and back up over the sensitive inner flesh before cupping her sex.
“Yes,” she whimpered, holding her breath, willing his fingers to move.
“Yes, what? Yes…you want me to make you come?” he whispered in a low, masculine purr into her ear. “Tell me what you want, Shea, and I’ll give it to you.” One of his slick hands moved to her breast while the other teased the quivering flesh between her thighs.
“Please,” she begged, squirming as his finger parted her folds and toyed with her clit. Her head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers pinched and soothed her hardened, sensitive nipples. “I just want you.”
“You already have me,” he answered in a guttural voice, his acce
nt more pronounced. “Now tell me how you want me.”
“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Bryan.” Her core clenched with need, and all she wanted was to feel him fill her emptiness.
He spun her around until she was straddling him, lifting her onto him so easily that it took her breath away. He grasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy flush with his raging erection. Leveling her over him, he pushed upward as he pulled her down over him until he was buried balls deep inside her. “Ride me, Shea,” he challenged her, his hazel eyes boring into her. Commandingly. Compellingly. Beseechingly.
“I’m not sure how,” she panted.
“Any way that feels good to you. Take what you want, what you need.”
She moved because she needed to, awkwardly at first until she found a steady rhythm, grinding against him with every sublime entry of his cock. “Oh, yes,” she moaned as his mouth closed over one of her nipples and bit down gently, sending a shock of pleasure straight to her throbbing core.
He grasped her ass harder and began to meet every downward stroke with a strangled groan, rocking in time with her. Reaching a hand between their bodies, he sought and found her clit, rolling it between two callused fingers, the rough stimulation driving her close to the edge.
“Come for me, beautiful Shea,” he groaned, spearing a hand through her hair and yanking her mouth down to his.
Her climax started as a ripple that suddenly became a tsunami. Bryan’s tongue speared through her lips just as the tidal wave crashed into her, swallowing her moan as the muscles of her sheath began to spasm.
Pleasure flowed over her in waves, and she dug her short fingernails into his back as she fumbled for purchase, hanging onto him for dear life as her body threatened to splinter apart. He let out a tortured, strangled groan as her clenching inner muscles milked him of his orgasm and he spilt his warm release deep inside her.
She collapsed on top of him, completely spent.
It took several minutes before she could breathe normally, her racing heart slowing back down. Bryan gently washed her again and rinsed her hair. He jumped out of the tub and quickly dried himself before grabbing a warmed, fluffy towel and held it out to her. She stepped into it, and he gently lifted her out of the tub until her feet hit the floor.
Shea’s body was limp with exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss. She stood quietly as he carefully dried her body and brushed her damp hair.
