Free PleasureBound by Kat Black Page B

lowering
her foot back to the floor. “Thanks.” She smiled, reaching over her shoulder to
hand him the soap before facing away again. Tipping her head forward, she lifted
the sponge to the back of her neck and squeezed so that water cascaded down her
back.
    As Adam slid the little bar of soap over her back, he
registered that of course her skin wasn’t the least bit gritty. It was soft and
smooth and satiny as ever. Sam groaned at his touch, the sound so full of
pleasure that it shot straight to his groin.
    “Oh god, that’s so good,” she said, dropping her head even
farther forward to expose her neck. “Can you rub a bit harder? My muscles feel
in knots.”
    He knew she was leading him on, knew he should stop, but for
the life of him he couldn’t. She felt too good under his hands, too right.
Letting the soap drop, he settled both palms over her shoulders and dug his
thumbs into the flesh of her nape, kneading at the muscle beneath.
    Sam groaned again and swayed back into his touch, the
movement causing the rounded cheeks of her ass to brush ever so lightly against
the front of his combat trousers, which were growing tighter by the second.
Adam clenched his teeth harder, trying to ignore the sensation and the
temptation to look down to admire those pert little cheeks rubbing against him.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep, calming breath in through his nose.
    Mistake.
    “You smell like a summer garden,” he murmured, bending
forward to inhale the delicious scent of rose and Sam rising from the damp skin
of her shoulder.
    In an instant she’d turned, winding her arms around his
neck. “And do I taste like one?”
    She kissed him before he had a chance to pull back, slipping
her tongue into his mouth to flirt with his. Her naked body pressed up against
him, causing damp warmth to seep through his clothes and sink into his own
gritty-feeling flesh. Her nipples felt hard against his chest. Adam heard a
noise catch in his throat, soft and pleasured, but he didn’t dare move to
deepen the kiss or take hold of her. He wanted her so much in that moment, the
need to possess her was so strong it was almost painful. But after last night,
everything had changed. He had no idea how things would be between them now,
wasn’t even sure how to proceed. If he didn’t know himself better, he’d say his
uncertainty was down to fear. Ludicrous.
    And he wasn’t the only one confused. Sam’s surprise at his
lack of action was obvious as she pulled back, and he rushed to answer her
question to avert the new one he could see forming in her eyes. “Mmm, you do.
Minty and fresh and sweet.”
    Sam’s gaze narrowed a little as she considered him, and he
knew she wasn’t fooled for a moment. “Well, I’m sorry to say you’re more like a
compost heap, yourself,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him instead of issuing
the challenge he’d expected. “It’s definitely your turn to wash.” With that she
pushed the sponge at him, reached for a towel and left him alone in the bathing
area.
    Adam knew there was no point feeling offended when he knew
she was right. Over and above the ripening smell of his own dried sweat, the
reek of that damned camel still clung to his clothes.
    Stripping, he aimed to have the quickest wash of his life
and be fully clothed again before the romantic surroundings and the intimate
situation could get the better of either of them. Picking up one of the ewers,
he dumped a fair portion of the contents right over his head and reached for a
bar of soap, scrubbing fast and hard at the most vital bits. He’d made it to
the final rinse in double-quick time when the feel of Sam’s warm, small hand
coming to rest on his lower back made him jump. He hadn’t heard her approach.
    “You forgot a spot here.” Her voice, no longer attempting to
hide the husky, seductive tone, floated over his naked flesh like a caress.
“Let me help you.”
    “Sam,” Adam warned, holding himself stiff as a statue and
trying to