Dane

He watched her eyes widen as he carried her into the room.

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At first glance, it was a massive bathroom—his and hers sinks in front of a mirror as big as her entire bathroom wall in her apartment. There was a steam shower with two heads and encased in frosted glass. But right in the middle of the caramel-colored tile floor, was what looked like either the world's largest bath, or smallest swimming pool. On its other side was a plush alcove with a couple chaise lounges, a table and lamp, and a wine refrigerator and full bar hidden behind what looked like a cabinet for towels. He'd show her that part later.

"Dane, what is this?"

"The place I've been fantasizing about bringing you since we met," he rumbled and nipped her ear.

Goosebumps rose across her skin and made him want to drop the blanket and take her over to the seats in the lounge area. But she was going to be sore tomorrow. He hoped the tub would help.

Without putting her down, he sat on the edge and turned on the taps. It would take a little while to fill, though there were pumps on four sides to speed the process. The beauty of money. Then he hefted her again and carried her to one of the lounges. But found he was reluctant to let her go, so instead of setting her down, he sat himself and kept her cuddled up in his lap.

She kissed him, then plucked at the neck of his hoodie. "Too many clothes," she grumbled.

He laughed. "Not for long, I promise."

Her eyes brightened and she looked around again. She didn't even try to get out of his arms and he loved her for it. As she scanned the room like a child in a toy store, he shook his head again. How was it possible she was his—truly his?

That thought brought a heavy sense of dread, but he pushed it away. Tonight wasn't for fear. Tonight was for showing her how much he loved her.

So he pushed her hair off her face and kissed her neck, and told her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her as his wife.

"It still doesn't seem real," she said, staring at him. "Is it real, Dane? Or is it some plan to fool your father?"

He frowned. "Do you think I'd trick you about something like that?"

She shook her head. "No, but… I just can't figure out why you'd go through this. For me."

Dane blew out a breath and pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head so she wouldn't see how emotional this made him. "You were always worth it, Lila," he said softly. "But I'm not. I don't want to talk about my dad, or… or any of that tonight. But just be certain: It's me who doesn't deserve you, not the other way around."

She sat up then and took his face in her hands, the blanket sliding down a little to reveal her breasts. He forced himself to keep his eyes on her face. "I love you, Dane Daniels," she whispered and kissed him.

He got lost, then, in her mouth, her skin, her hair. So lost, he almost didn't turn the tub off in time. But when he finally remembered, and yelped, reaching to turn them off, she giggled, her breath coming faster. "Should we get in?"

He gave her a sly look, but busied himself pulling the blanket off from around her. The room was steamy now and much warmer. He was starting to sweat in his clothes. "You'll be sore tomorrow," he said, his voice gruff with the grief of it. "I think a soak might help."

"I don't care," she said and kissed him again. "I'm only getting in if you come too."

He snorted at the double meaning in her words and nodded. "Oh, I'm coming, don't you worry." He opened his arms, letting her climb off of his lap and into the massive tub while he folded the blanket and left it on one of the lounges, along with his hoodie and pants.

When he turned to join her, he was stopped cold. She was in the water, head back and arms up because she was twisting her hair into a bun at the top of her head.

Her breasts were floating.

His groin tightened immediately and in his hurry, he almost fell getting into the tub.

Unaware of the jolt to his manhood, she put her arms down and ran them through the water, sighing happily. "This is so perfect, Dane."

"I know," he said, staring at her breasts, but forcing himself to stay on the bench on the other side of the hot tub. She needed to rest and soak. Let her body recover.

But Delilah apparently had other ideas. She looked at him, then at the space between them and frowned. Then she stood, the water sliding in sheets, then trickles down her body as she stepped across the tub towards him.

He swallowed hard when she leaned forward, bracing on the side of the bath behind him, her breasts swinging right below his chin. He couldn't resist it, and had to cup them, stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

"Hell, Dane. That feels amazing," she gasped. "I was coming over here to seduce you, but you're better at this."

"You're supposed to be soaking," he said in a guttural voice, reminding himself. But he was still touching her, beginning to pant because the water left a sheen on her skin, and he couldn't stop staring.

"So, let's soak," she breathed and pulled herself into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, her warmest, softest places immediately sliding against his erection in a way that made them both groan.

He put his hands to her hips and leaned in with a growl to suck at her throat. She laced her fingers behind his neck and ducked to get her mouth against his. They both sucked in as their tongues met and she moved against him.

He couldn't believe he was so ready, so quickly. He'd been looking forward to this, assuming he'd have more control now. But his chest was already heaving and he wasn't even inside her yet.

Somehow, impossibly, he was married to his very own aphrodisiac.

Struggling for control, he moaned into her mouth and thanked God for giving him to her.

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