She stripped right there. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her entirely naked. He had explored every inch of her body with his lips, tongue and teeth. He’d claimed every inch. She refused to blush when his icy eyes drifted over her, yet she did. It was that possessive way he looked at her. As if she belonged to him. She’d never belonged to anyone so she didn’t know how it was supposed to feel, but to her, it felt wonderful. Perfect. Exactly what she needed and wanted from a man. Her man.
She stepped into the tub and gasped at the heat. He grinned at her, already removing his clothes and stepping into the tub. Right away, her attention was caught and held by his cock. She really had fallen a little in love with that portion of him. She licked her lips, remembering the weight of him in her mouth, tasting him on her tongue.
Ice groaned and tightened his fist around his hardening cock. “Baby, you can’t be doing that. You’re going to soak in the tub so you’re not sore from the ride. You aren’t used to it, and we were riding for hours.”
She stared at him, mesmerized by the growing length.
“Turn around and behave.” Ice wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. Tight.
She felt every inch of that impressive cock against her back. His palms cupped the weight of her breasts.
“Put your head back and relax. You’re going to tell me why Winston scares you so much. I want to know the entire story. Don’t give me trouble about this, because we both know you’re going to tell me.”
“Why would you think I’d tell you?” she demanded, belligerence creeping into her voice.
He kissed her right between her shoulder and neck. “Because I asked you to and you don’t lie to me and you give me whatever I ask.”
He said it as if it were true. She wanted to give him whatever he asked. She wanted to be the one he looked at the way he was looking at her right now. After she told him, he might reject her. That was her greatest fear. Rejection. She couldn’t look at him while she weighed the consequences of revealing the truth. She detested the label of “poor little rich girl.” She would have given up every bit of her wealth if she’d had a family, parents who loved her, aunts and uncles, cousins. She would have gone hungry in order to have someone care. Just one person.
On the other hand, she’d confessed she’d tried to get him drunk to seduce him into marriage in Vegas and he had glossed over it as if she were being silly. He didn’t seem in the least inclined to give her up for any reason. She had to try to start believing him. That was only fair. If they really were going to have any kind of a life, they needed truth between them.
“Soleil. Just start. It will get easier,” he prompted.
She took a deep breath and made her confession. “By being with you, I’m endangering the entire club. Every single member. Your twin and Alena. I got on the back of the bike with you when Winston showed up with the cops looking for me. Fortunately, a woman must have checked into the motel by herself. He must have been checking for that sort of thing.”
She waited, head bowed, for his condemnation. Ice put his hand on her forehead and tipped her head back until she was leaning the back of her skull against his chest. His palm stroked caresses over her forehead.
“I was there. I think I got that. That isn’t telling me why he was coming after you, Soleil.”
She looked around the bathroom. The room was so luxurious, it seemed ludicrous to think Ice was after her money. He didn’t seem to know she was loaded—or he knew and just didn’t care.
“My parents started a company when they were very young, in their early twenties. The company took off, and in the end, when they sold, they made millions of dollars. That money was set aside in a trust for me at a very early age and continued to make money for me. I was their only child.”
She couldn’t feel any difference in Ice’s body at her revelation. He seemed as relaxed as ever, now lazily playing with her earlobe, making her hyperaware of him.
“Keep going, baby, this is getting interesting.”
“The money was invested, of course, and a lawyer was overseeing it. His name was Kevin.” Her voice nearly broke. “Kevin Bennet. I told you a little about him. I only met him in person on a few occasions, but he texted me nearly every day and we often FaceTimed. He was the only constant in my life. That’s important to make you understand the trouble I’m in.”