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smile on my face was a weak one. “Really. This is just … I’ll get used to it.”
    I’ll get used to it? Wow. So sexy, Solange
.
    He returned the smile and I felt almost like crying. I don’t know why. I wasn’t afraid; I wasn’t sad. Quite the opposite. I was … grateful.
Moved
even. His torso was inches from the rim of the tub. I could have stretched out a hand and touched it; I so wanted to. He wasn’t just beautiful, he was kind.
    He took a folded white washcloth from the rim of the tub. Dipping it into the sudsy water and squeezing out the excess, he placed it on my shoulders and eased them down. I let him make long, slow circles with his cloth-covered hand, my head easing forward, relaxing.
A hand on me, this human touch. I
have
been lonely. How have I not noticed?
    The scratchy fabric, the warm water, his hand so near my skin, all served to calm me. I closed my eyes.
    “How does that feel?”
    “Good,” I murmured. Moments later I felt the cloth pull away to be replaced by his soft lips on my shoulder blade.
    “How does that feel?”
    “Good too,” I said.
    He placed another kiss on my back, wiping with the washcloth as he traced a path from one shoulder blade to another.
Oh god
. I was melting into the water. How long had it been since I’d been handled so tenderly?
    “It’s getting a little chilly out here,” Dominic whispered, pressing his mouth behind my left ear. “May I join you?”
    It’s happening! Breathe
. I scooted forward in the tub to make room for him behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him drop his towel, and I glimpsed a thatch of short dark hair, a semi-aroused penis, a
nice
one. He stepped into the water, his knees bracketing my hips as he lowered himself in. He gently pulled my torso back against his warm chest. I could feel his erection against my lower back, getting harder as his hands moved from my shoulder caps down my front. My own hands still covered my wet breasts, and he curled his fingers around my wrists.
    “Let me,” he said, coaxing my hands apart.
    “Let you what?” I asked, stifling a nervous giggle.
You are forty-one. You mustn’t giggle
.
    “It’s time to surrender, Solange. Just … let me.”
    After a brief hesitation, my arms went slack, and he … well, he
unwrapped
me, opening one then the other arm, placing them around the outside of his strong thighs. It was fascinating, an experience that I was both enjoying and observing. He trailed his hands up my smooth arms to my shoulders and then down again, this time cupping both breasts, now slick and wet and bobbing out of the soapywater. I watched him circle my nipples with his thumbs, sending a sharp bolt of arousal straight behind my belly button. I inhaled quickly, pressing back into his torso, his erection now fierce against my spine, my head tucked under his slightly stubbly chin. I was careful to keep my hair dry. I was game for a lot of things, but getting my hair wet was a no-no. My hands curled around his as they kneaded my breasts, his thighs firm against the outside of mine. I swear it was like being held between two tree trunks.
    “Mmm …” I said, my eyes closing as his hands loosened around my breasts, then slid down between my legs, plunging under the water. Would he be able to tell how wet I was? He let his fingers gather and tug my short hairs and it was all I could do not to scoop out of the water to give him easier access. I was so turned on by then, I was pressing him back into the tub. I
wanted
him. I let my arms drift up and wrap around the back of his neck as he teased and tickled me, both of his hands now spreading my thighs as wide as they would go against the sides of the tub.
    As his fingers traveled along my folds, he sunk his mouth into my neck, his lips covering his teeth, sucking, kissing my skin hard. I felt devoured as two fingers slipped between the most tender parts of my flesh, then inside.
    “
Ohh
,” I said, my back arching, the water between