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KIM BALDWIN. the tub was already F lling
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the tub was already F lling.
There was a light scent in the air—lavender, maybe, Gable thought.
The room was lit by candles, and soft classical music played from a boom box near the tub. It was so romantic that she forgot completely for a moment about her sore back. She couldn’t stop staring at Erin. Lit by candlelight, she was mesmerizing. Gable felt a rush of heat between her legs.
“There’s a robe behind the door,” Erin said. “When the tub is full, here’s where you start the jets.” She pointed to the controls and glanced at Gable, but Gable looked away, afraid her desires were all too apparent.
Erin crossed to the door. “Take your time,” she said softly, as she closed the door between them.
The hot water and powerful jets did Gable’s muscles a world of good, and she lingered there a long while, thinking about Erin and trying to regain her equilibrium. It wasn’t easy.
In a few minutes, Erin would be touching her, and Gable would be doing all she could to act as if it was nothing at all but a therapeutic, friendly gesture. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. Just imagining it made her incredibly hot. She closed her eyes, and Dream Erin appeared in naughty lingerie. Tempting her. Teasing her. It was too much.
She turned her body so that one of the powerful jets shot its pulsating spray right where she needed it. Her hand followed to F nish the job. She couldn’t stop herself. She thought it would help ease the building pressure in her loins. But it was as unsatisfying as her dreams.
She emerged sheepishly from the bathroom, suspecting that what she’d just been doing would be obvious.
But Erin gave no sign to suggest that was true. “Go on in and lie down.” She gestured toward the guest bedroom, a few steps away. “Off with the robe, and under the covers. I’ll get the boom box.”
Pausing at the threshold, Gable felt a sense of déjà vu sweep over her. Candles lit this room too, casting it in a soft buttery glow, and the bedcovers on the futon bed had been neatly pulled back. Inviting.
Exactly like the setting of her dreams. She was suddenly weak in the knees again. Worse, she felt a gentle push against her back.
“Go on,” Erin urged. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
Gable turned to Erin to protest. She couldn’t do this. She’d never survive it. But when she looked at Erin, only inches away…When she
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saw Erin’s sweet smile, she caved. She could deny Erin nothing. She nodded dumbly and started for the bed.
Erin thoughtfully turned her back, busying herself with plugging in the boom box while Gable stripped off the robe and slipped under the covers. The sheets were cool against her heated skin, and she welcomed the slight shock to her system. She felt as though she would burst into f ame at any moment.
She lay down on her stomach, her arms cradling the soft down pillow Erin had thoughtfully provided for her head. She tried to calm her racing heart, but when she looked up at Erin, it only began beating faster.
How is it, she wondered, that you look even more enticing everyday?
Erin was dressed in faded jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt. The sleeves had been pushed up, because she was evidently going to use that bottle of baby oil she had in her hand. She squirted some into a warming ramekin, like the kind you get butter in when you order lobster in a restaurant, and lit the candle beneath it.
Gable stared at Erin’s hands as she rubbed them together to warm them. She had imagined those small, delicate hands on her many times, just not quite like this. She willed herself to be strong. But as soon as Erin touched her, massaging the warm oil into her back and shoulders in long, liquid strokes and circles, a soft moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t help it.
“So you like that, eh?” Erin leaned over to whisper softly in her ear, with what was surely one of the most seductive tones Gable had ever heard.
“Mmm-hmm. Very much,” was all she could manage. It was hard to keep her voice even. “You have great hands.” It came out before she realized what she was saying, but Erin clearly wasn’t offended.
“Glad you think so. You should learn not to F ght me when I want my own way.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” Gable croaked.
“Now relax,” Erin encouraged. “This where it hurts?” She found the sore muscle and began working it gently.
“That’s it.”
After a few minutes, Erin began pressing more F rmly, working the muscle until it relaxed. “Better?”
“Much. That feels wonderful.”
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