Lifebound by Leigh Daley

didn’t let go of his hand.”
    Josh shook his head. “Adriana, you can’t blame yourself for that. Bridges had to be at least sixty. People have strokes all the time. How do you know you had anything to do with it?”
    “I just know. Just like I know that if you were going to host for me, we’d never be able to keep our touching to a minimum. Right now, all I want to do is strip off my clothes and get in that tub with you. This will never work!” She stood and threw down the towel.
    “Then do it.” The idea of her naked in the tub stirred his dick back into the conversation. “Strip down and come get in with me. There’s plenty of room for both of us without touching each other. I will prove to you that we can be together and not overdo it.” He leaned out of the tub, splashing water all over the floor, desperate to keep her with him. Damn it, he could do it. There was more to love than sex. He’d seen it in action.
    “Please, Adriana. Give it a chance. Give us a chance.”
    She turned around to face him and her fingers went to the top button of her shirt. “This is stupid.” She took a step closer to the tub. “We are only asking for trouble.”
    Every step, every button made him harder in anticipation.
    “We’re not asking for trouble.” Oh, yes we are, his dick contradicted.
    She loosened the last button of her shirt and slipped it back, revealing the creamy skin of her shoulders. The shirt stopped its slide momentarily at her elbows, as Adriana took a deep breath that made her breasts rise against the silky camisole she wore beneath it. Then she let it drop to the floor on top of his T-shirt, making him actually jealous of his clothing.
    She kicked off her sandals and pulled the camisole over her head. Her stomach was smooth and soft, and begged to have hot kisses trailed across it. She pushed her short skirt off her hips and stood before him in a floral print bra and matching panties.
    “Do you always match your underwear?”
    She touched her bra and laughed. “Yes. I like to be coordinated.”
    “I’ve been known to wear two different kinds of shoes depending on circumstances.”
    She was laughing again. That anxious look had faded from her face.
    “You don’t laugh enough. You need to have more fun.”
    She slipped out of her bra, releasing two perfect globes, just the right size to fit his palms, her nipples a rosy peach that he wanted to taste. She hesitated and pushed her panties to the floor. The hair that curled between her legs was the same dark birch-tree blond. It would be soft under his fingertips, a sweet cushion for him when he entered her.
    Adriana carefully picked up all her clothing, folding each item and placing it on the vanity bench in a neat stack. Every time she bent down, he had to force himself back into the tub. He wanted to grab that sweet round ass in his fingers and press her against his now uncomfortably hard dick.
    “Okay, Sally Homemaker, if you’re finished tidying up, jump in.” He shifted over in the tub to make room, but not a lot of room.
    “I like to be neat. And for your information I do have fun. I go out. Sometimes.” She slid into the bath, gasping at the heat. Her breasts bobbed on the surface like bath toys—delicious, suckable, fondleable bath toys.
    “You’ll have way more fun with me. I promise.”
    Her skin began to turn pink in the steamy water and she stretched and sighed as she sank deeper. His dick strained toward her, almost painful in its need. Down boy. Give it time. Nobody pushes, nobody runs.

    Adriana had been pretty intimate with a couple of guys—lamia like herself. But she had never just stripped down for a man like that before. She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. But Josh had been so comfortable in his own skin and he’d been so relaxed about it that taking off her clothes for him had just been the logical thing to do.
    Being with him was too easy. It frightened her a little that she was so ready to give herself to