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of her chin. “Patience.”
    He didn’t seem to have an awful lot of patience as he divested her of chemise and stays, leaving her naked to his hungry gaze. She could not remember when she had been so blatantly nude. Indeed, she’d always been a little prim and proper, and had never felt quite comfortable flaunting her body, though he had seen her naked in his bed many, many times.
    His eyes seemed to drink her in as he followed the contours of her body with his large, warm hands. She thought she might melt into puddle, his expression contained so much longing and tenderness.
    She couldn’t bear the tenderness. “Now you,” she ordered.
    His nostrils flared as if he would object, but he stepped back and stripped off his own clothes, revealing he was just as aroused as she. She loved his bold shaft. The size of it and the heft of his stones. Excitement, anticipation had her trembling. Eagerly, she let him lead her up the marble steps to the dais and then up a couple more to a platform that would allow her to step down easily into the shell-like bath.
    She paused to gaze down into the scented water. It smelled of roses. Just like the blooms he had given her last night. Across its surface floated yellow petals. He mounted the steps behind her, looking over her shoulder, his erection hard and warm against her buttocks. “A new beginning deserves a new color,” he murmured in her ear.
    Inwardly, she winced. “What if it is an ending?”
    “Oh, it is definitely that,” he replied. “It deserves its own color, too.”
    Black. For mourning. Roses didn’t come in black. She stepped down. The water, perfumed with oil and just hot enough to be comfortable, reached almost to her knees and enticed her in. The air in the room was also deliciously warm, she realized. Even naked she felt not a shiver. The warm, silky water, played over her belly and breasts and she watched him step down to join her, so lithe and strong and manly. Beautiful.
    She’d been fortunate to keep him for so long.
    Oh, dear, now was not the time for sadness to blur her eyes and fill her throat with burning. Shaking off the sudden rush of emotion, she reached out a hand that trembled a little more than she wanted. Seeming not to notice, he took it and while the tub was wide enough for them to lie side by side, he sank down, facing her. Quite naturally, without any thought, at least on her part, their legs entwined, and they drew closer together, their genitals barely inches apart. His breaking the surface of the water, hers feeling the warm water like a hot caress. The water covered her nipples. She hummed her contentment.
    “Relax and enjoy,” he said.
    Behind his head, set into the marble, she noticed something strange. Metal loops. And on the edge of the bath above them red silk ropes. The picture in the hallway flashed into her mind. Her body clenched in a most delicious way at the images dancing in her head.
    He half turned to see what had caught her attention. When he turned back there was a quizzical expression on his face. “Like the idea, do you?”
    “No,” she said, shocked that he had read her thoughts. “Of course, not. I mean, I don’t know what you mean.” But she did. She was shocked at herself, because she did like it. Very much.
    He cocked his head to one side. “Do I tie you? Or do you prefer it the other way around?”
    She swallowed. The thought of this big magnificent male tied and at her mercy made her heart pound in her chest and her breathing uneven. “I tie you,” she gasped. She felt wicked, evil. “But not if you don’t want to.”
    His eyes became hooded and hot.
    Heat rushed through her body. “Do you?” she asked.
    “Only for you, darling.”
    He spoke so quietly, with such conviction and determination, she had no trouble believing this was not a liberty he had ever allowed. Certainly never with her.
    Their lovemaking had been lovely, satisfying, delicious—how could she want something else?
    “I don’t