The door was closed, definitely no lights on in there, he opened the door to find... a perfectly made bed, perfectly empty.
He threw his head back and just wanted to swear.
Fine.
He'd just have to convince her to come to him, no more waiting or wanting.
He turned to storm out of the room, downstairs and into her apartment, then heard a sound form his bathroom.
Water ripped.
Hope soared.
He walked towards the faint light, into his bathroom, lit only with candles, and Rossi.
She was lying in his bathtub, covered mostly with bubbles, head learned back, eyes closed, skin like ivory and beaded with moisture, the ends of her hair damp and following the curve of her delectable looking neck.
He didn't care how long he'd waited for her.
He was a damned locky man.
" I have to say this is even better than finding you waiting on my bed".
She smiled but didn't open her eyes until he walked all the way into the room and stood over her and the bathtub, funding the water a cloudy, pale pink, and her body some combination of promise and illusion beneath it.
" you're going to stand there and stare at me ? She asked.
" for a moment, then I'm going to touch you ".
Her eyes widened, watching him as he slowly, methodically stripped off his clothes, never taking his eyes off her, jacket, which he hooked on a towel rack, tie undone and on the hook with the jacket, shirt, unbottoned, uncuffed and tossed across the clothes hamper in the Conner, shoes, socks , slacks, her eyes came up to his as he slack fell to his feet, this after she'd watched every move his hand made, unbuttoning, unbuckling and unzipping, something he found wildly erotic.
He couldn't tell if he was making her more nervous or turning her on.
Not that his biker brief left anything to the imagination at the moment.
He let them be, ealrhubg back into the dressing room with his shoes, socks and slacks, leaving the briefs on for now.
She didn't turn around to find out.
Nick took a moment to consider exactly what he wanted to do with her first. Because he intended to get to everything he wanted and she wanted eventually. So really , this was just about priorities, daydreams he'd had for months, premises he'd made to himself about him and her.
" You haven't washed your hair", he Said finally, returning to the bathroom.
"No ", she whispered. " I haven't really washed anything...."
" I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that", he said.
Even with her skin flushed from the heat, he could sense a different king if heat coming from her cheeks.
Embarrassment and desire.
What a beautiful combination on her.
He knelt on the floor behind her, heard her quick, gulping breath, saw her shoulders tense.
" I think we'll start with your hair", he said, letting his fingers brush through her hair, drawing it back and away from her face, rewarded with a happy -sounding sigh from her.
He kept stroking her hair, digging deeply for a patience that didn't come easily. Not after all these years of wanting and waiting. He'd have to remember to comb his fingers through her hair more often. She obviously liked it.
" Nick", she began nervously,
He kissed the the top of her head, " don't worry about anything now", he stroked her hair some more, the. Guided her to sit up a little, then sink down back into the water until her hair was immersed.
This was one thing he'd never done for a woman, and he was surprised at how good it felt , rubbing her scalp, playing with her hair, pampering her in this small ways.
Deep down he knew this was her first, but this was not his first, so he wanted her to enjoy every bit of it.
She closed her eyes and made little, sexy sounds of pleasure, and he found himself thinking he might not be able to hold himself any longer.
" that feels so good", she said, her voice low and sexy.
He felt it deep down in his belly, tingling, tightening desire.
" okey ", he said, " now rinse".when that was done, she leaned back against the tub, the way he'd found her, her back to him from where he was.
Shy, my Rossi?
Okey .
He could deal with that.
Nick settled himself in between her and the bathtub, deciding he was going to be there for a while, he reached out with only one finger and traced the side of her face, then he kissed her temples, her soft, worm cheeks and then her collarbone, which had teased him all night long In that little sexy, dress of hers.
She gasped, shivered, but let him do what he wanted.
He decided her neck had to be next had to be next, just because she had a beautiful neck and he was betting it was sensitive too. He wanted her begging him before he took her, shivering, moaning, and grabbing at him, pulling him to her, demanding that he come and take her.
Yes , the neck.
He could feel the heat of the water on his face, the sweet smell all around him and her, just waiting for him and whatever he decided to do .
Nick got more soap , moved across her delicate collarbone teased that little triangle at the base of her throat with his tongue and then he just couldn't wait any longer.
He had to have her breasts, sliding his hands down into the water, the sliding sensation of the soap and the water and the weight of her breasts making him ache, setting his whole body to throbbing.
She started breathing hard, her breasts seemed to swell in his hands. He guided her to sit up just a bit more so that her breasts were out of the water, then he got more soap on his hands and , reaching around her, started soaping along her rib cage, her belly.