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were dark. “I'm going to make you feel better.”
    Well, fuck.
    I started to reach for the hem of my shirt and, before I could move, he was there, kneeling in front of me. His hands covered mine.
    “Let me.”
    I nodded and let go of my shirt. His fingers brushed against the skin at my waist and I shivered. His eyes darkened for a moment, and then his face disappeared momentarily as he pulled my shirt over my head. He tossed it onto the floor, then reached behind me to unhook my bra. His fingers slid along my spine, tracing each bump before moving to my shoulder-blades and up. He pulled the bra straps down my arms, and my bra joined my shirt.
    His fingers hooked under the waist of my pants, and I lifted my hips so he could pull those and my underwear off together. Even that little movement made my muscles protest. I'd definitely overdone it today.
    “Which scent do you want?” he asked as he stood. “Rose or vanilla?”
    “You choose.”
    It should've felt weird that I was sitting here naked while he was completely dressed, but it didn't. And while I totally loved his naked body, there was something to be said for watching the way his muscles bunched and moved under his clothes. As he bent over to pick up the rose-scented bubble bath, his jeans tightened around his ass and my stomach clenched.
    Damn. I'd almost forgotten how much I loved just watching him move.
    He turned around, a startled expression on his face when he saw me staring. “What?”
    I flushed. “Nothing.”
    “No, something.” He came over to me and held out his hand.
    I took it and let him help me to my feet. The familiar scent of roses filled the air, but as he pulled me closer to him, all I could smell was him. Fuck. He smelled so good.
    “I was looking at your ass,” I blurted the words out.
    “Really?” He arched an eyebrow, a pleased smile on his face.
    “Really.” I smiled at him. “You have a great ass.”
    He slid one hand around over my hip and squeezed my ass. “So do you.”
    “I have a sore ass,” I came back.
    “Right.” His smiled softened. “Into the tub.”
    He held my hand as I climbed in, not letting go until I needed to grip the sides of the tub to lower myself down. I sighed as the water closed over my body, and I sank down until it just reached my nipples. The bubbles frothed around me, hiding the slightly darker flesh as I settled. The water was the perfect temperature, almost too hot, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. I could feel it starting to work on my sore muscles
    “Relax,” he murmured against my ear. “Close your eyes.”
    I shook my head. “Nope.” I reached up with one soapy hand and ran my fingers through his hair. I was feeling warm, and a more than a little sleepy. “I wanna look at you.”
    He chuckled. “You're loopy.”
    I laughed and nodded. “A little.”
    He reached out and ran the tip of his finger down my nose. “Close your eyes, baby. Let me take care of you.”
    “You are,” I assured him as I leaned back.
    I closed my eyes, a small moan escaping my lips as Jasper's fingers slid across my wet skin. He cupped my breast, then began to move his thumb back and forth across my nipple. It hardened under his touch as ripples of heat and pleasure fanned out from that point, moving through me.
    “Relax, baby.” His voice was low, soothing. “I've got you.”
    His hand moved lower, trailing down my stomach until his fingers brushed against the thin curls at the top of my core. I spread my legs, wanting his fingers lower. He obliged, his hand sliding between my legs. Long, strong digits delved between my folds to easily find my clit.
    “Ahh...” The sound came out in a rush.
    His fingers worked over me with surprising gentleness, just the right amount of pressure to keep the heat inside me building until he moved his hand lower and slipped one finger inside. My back arched, hips pushing up even as his palm rubbed against my clit. His finger moved slowly in and out, a soothing