"Is that water okay?"

Whilst happily laying back against Mitch's steamily wet chest, my reply comes out all lazy and relaxed. "It's great."

Since getting back to the hotel room, Mitch has been nothing but attentive—he ran the bath, poured in the chamomile oil, lit the candles—all for us to both enjoy.

I think he's trying to compensate me for Kendra's behaviour at the party. To be honest, my inner bitch has indeed calmed down. All I now feel for Kendra Kane, is surprising pity.

How sad it is, when you've got to tell an ex that you're pregnant by him, just to get his attention? It's particularly sad, when that person already has fame, money and fans. Come on, is that really not enough?

Squeezing some warm water onto my belly with a small sponge, Mitch starts talking. "I really am sorry about tonight. It didn't turn out how I had intended it to."

My response leisurely comes. "Until Kendra, I was having a great time, and even though Orla wasn't exactly welcoming, Dane was really lovely. I think I may have also developed a little soft spot for Rory the comedian." Now laughing softly, the back of my head lies deeper against his strong shoulder while I'm happily splashing some of the bath water onto my half-submerged legs.

"Just like I do, Dane really likes you." Mitch's cheek is pressing itself against the side of my head, using all of his upper body to cuddle me with. "As for Orla, I can't see him staying with her."

I'm not interested in talking about Orla, I'm only interested in knowing that Mitch really likes me. To hear him say it from his very own mouth, has just made my insides actually flutter with silent delight. "As nice as it is to hear that Dane really likes me, I am happier to hear that you really like me."

His dripping wet forearms hug me harder. "Good."

Then we both stay quiet. Together, we just lie in the bath. Surrounded by steam and only the sensual candlelight. After the whole Kendra thing at the party, I feel like our thing has now been nudged along a little more. Mitch is being more gentle, both in his actions and with his words, while I have been more open and obvious about my deepening attraction to him. Our connection, seems to have grown stronger in just a matter of hours. Something between us, has wonderfully evolved. After all, I'm now naked in the bath with him. Tonight, is actually the first time that we have been completely naked together. It's the first time that we have bathed together. It's like Kendra and her attention-seeking games, has made us both need the comfort of more from one another. A skin-on-skin more. A body-to-body assurance. A warm and tender intimacy. We both needed it and we both freely decided to give that to one another.

Being this way with Mitch, is showing me how comfortable and natural things are between us. Usually, I hold a lot of myself back with a guy, but everything seems to perfectly flow with Mitch. With him, I feel more wanted and more respected than I have ever felt with anyone else. We just seem to balance so well. It's akin to being a part of a duet, and the harmonies of our song sounds so utterly perfect together. If I wasn't enjoying it so much, I'd probably be a little freaked out by just how well things are going.

"Is there anything you want to ask me about Kendra?" Mitch's voice quietly disturbs the peace of our warm bath, but I'm okay about that, because he's now gliding the sponge delicately all over my breasts and stomach.

Content. Relaxed. Maybe a smidgen turned on. My answer comes out of my mouth sounding very relaxed and unbothered. "No, I don't think so. If you say she's in your past, she's in your past."

Wrapping his saturated legs playfully around mine, I can almost hear the smile that I know is sitting on his face right now. "I'm glad you've said that, Rebecca. Trust is the backbone of any relationship, and after tonight, I need to know that we both have that in one another." He's now affectionately rubbing the dampness of his cheek against my own. "This isn't just a bit of fun for me, you know? I really want this to work out between us."

God, he's saying all of the right things. Doing, all of the right things. So without having to even think about what I shall reply with, I just reply. "Me too." But soon, the curious cogs to my mind do actually begin to turn. I find myself wondering about things that I hadn't even realised I was wondering about. "If Kendra had have been pregnant, where would that have left us, do you think?"

Rubbing his feet idly against my toes, Mitch's answer lightly rolls off his tongue. "Put it this way, it wouldn't have changed my feelings for either of you. I would have still wanted to be with you and not with her. Of course, I would have been there for my kid, but that is all." He then exhales, almost like a grateful breath. "Anyway, there isn't a baby. I didn't think there ever could be. I always suited up when I slept with Kendra, so unless there was a condom malfunction, the chances of her being pregnant with my kid were pretty bloody slim." Now, he's tenderly running his fingers through my dampened hair. "Can you see yourself ever wanting kids?"

I'm just going to tell him the truth. I'm not about to start sugar-coating stuff now. "I don't think I do. I have never been that girl whose womb has hankered for it to be impregnated. I just don't see myself with kids. The whole idea just doesn't appeal to me."

Remaining ever so close to my cheek, there's a faraway tone to Mitch's voice when it eventually comes. "Yeah, motherhood doesn't always suit everyone." He states it like he knows it. Like he understands it. When I think I might push him a little more on what he's just said, Mitch begins to caress the side of my neck with moist little kisses. His mouth and the dancing steam, are such a wonderful combination. A carnal combination.

"I like how you feel all wrapped around me." I murmur, stretching my neck so I can receive so many more of those moist and glorious little kisses.

"I'm liking it, too." Mitch's answer is husky, like all of his concentration now needs to solely and sensually be on my neck.

His hands are wetly roaming over the parts of my body that are within easy, fondling reach. My breasts, he softly squeezes. My stomach, his fingers leisurely roam over. My inner thighs, his hands excitedly knead. Beneath the water, his groin is pushing itself against my backside. With each horny push, his excitement is growing. Mitch is aroused; tensely aroused. The more he gyrates, the more the muscles in his legs stiffen. When he tries to move himself to be on top of me, using what limited space he has in the bath, the expression on his face literally goes from desire to a pained grimace within seconds. "Ow! Shit! Got cramp!" Mitch has now literally jumped from out of the bath, bouncing around the bathroom like some demented kangaroo.

I'm laughing—he's hurting and hopping around, and I'm laughing. "Massage it!" I'm trying to be helpful through my hysterics. "Stop bouncing around like a loon, stretch and massage it."

"Easy for you to say!" Mitch says through a pained grimace, then proceeds to bounce around like the loon that he most certainly now is.

With my laughter subsiding, I carefully pull myself from out of the bath and decide to help my wounded worldwide sensation. "Where is it cramping up?"

"My calf." Mitch winces.

"Which side?"

"Right."

"Okay, try and put your right foot on the floor." I calmly order him what to do, so it gives me the time to begin massaging the offending calf. "Keep still. I really need to manipulate your muscle." My fingers deeply rotate themselves into the depths of his damp calf. Around and around they go, trying to abate the aching cramp in his leg. "You could be a little dehydrated, too." I say, very matter-of-factly, all the while massaging Mitch's muscular spasm. It seems to be working. The pained expression is slipping away from Mitch's face and his whole body is much less rigid now. "Feeling better?" I lightly ask him.

"God yes!" He groans with his eyes tightly pinched shut.

Crouched down, I'm still very wet in places, but I didn't have time to grab a towel. After my quick laugh at Mitch over his very funny cramp-dancing all around the bathroom, I knew I just had to help him. He seems calmer now, and his cramped-up calf muscle also seems just as calm. "Stretch it out a little, you should be okay now." I tell him while I stand, reaching over for one of the towels.

But as I am wrapping it around my slightly wet skin, Mitch stops me. He isn't saying anything, he's just endearingly now gazing into my eyes. Slowly, he unwraps my towel, before dropping it down by my feet. Once again, he wants to familiarise himself with my dewy nakedness. Unite, our candlelit nakedness. The bathroom has a passionate soft glow to it, with the shadows of our bodies dancing against one of the darkly lit walls. We are unmoving, yet our shadows aren't. Together, they tease and curl, bend and flicker. I want to be my shadow. I want to be as close as our shadows so sensuously now are. My hands reach up to achingly touch his chest. It's smooth to the touch, golden to the eye—LA golden.

Mitch's own fingers begin to wander, wandering down the middle of my back and caressingly back up again. His fingertips are heightening my senses, heightening my bodily pleasure. Blinking at him, I'm hoping he can see the fires of desire he has just lit within my dilated irises. With an unsaid but knowing acknowledgment, Mitch pulls me against him. He is now so excitingly hard, yet all of his touches are so desirously soft. He's looking at my lips, studying them—their plumpness, their shape, their eagerness—like he's imagining how they'll soon feel upon his.

I have to have his mouth.

His tongue.

His taste.

Holding his tethered gaze, my heart is now vibrating hard against my breastbone, so consumed with the anticipation of what is to wonderfully come. For something is wonderfully about to come.

A kiss?

Sex?

An explosion of tight-lidded emotions?

It's now on its way.

I knew it was coming, and yet I still wasn't ready for it.

We just suddenly become this desperate collision of two bodies and two mouths.
Grabbing. Kissing. Pushing. Pulling. We both can't get enough of one another. We just can't seem to satisfy the sudden want we have for one another. Physically being apart, has now taken its sexual toll.

I need Mitch.

He needs me.

We need us.

"If we're taking things to the next level, I'm sure we can do better than doing it in the bathroom?" Mitch huskily whispers into my ear, before taking the velvety tip of my ear lobe between his teasing teeth.

"Maybe next time?" I'm grinning just a little and my eyebrows are naughtily beginning to rise on my forehead with my saucy suggestion.

Laughing, Mitch kisses my bare shoulder. "Definitely." Then with one easy lift, I am soon straddling him around the waist with my keen and athletic legs. With a handsome quirked smile, Mitch steadily carries me from out of the candlelit bathroom, into the darkness of the bedroom. Lowering me onto the mattress, he stares down at my lissom body; idolising it from where he stands at the end of the bed.

When we got undressed in front of one another earlier on, that was simply to share a warm bath together. But now, we are both appreciating one another; appreciating all that our naked bodies are.

The glow from the bathroom, creates a sultry aura right behind Mitch. That sultry glow and the way that his molesting eyes are longingly now on me, cause me to shiver. Crawling his way up the length of my thrilled and tempted body, Mitch is soon above me—nose to nose, lips to lips. "Intellectually, Rebecca, I think you're punching way above my weight, but sexually, I think I may just be able to hold my own?" A scintilla of playfulness pulls up the one side of his sexy, lick-worthy mouth.

I like that Mitch respects my mind. I like that he acknowledges that I'm a woman with brains. But I think I'm about to like what is about to happen so much more. "Of that, I have no doubt." My back arches a little, wanting my thrumming pelvis to be enticingly nearer to his.

With seductive and thrilling little pushes, Mitch starts using his hips to shamelessly flirt with me...to carnally cajole me. "We feel good together, don't we?"

On an aroused breath, I can only murmur. "Yes."

"I put a condom under the pillow earlier, if you're still wanting us to take things further, you'd better hand it to me?" Mitch's sniggering lips then fancifully want to taunt my skin, softly caressing themselves across my stomach and my inner and outer thighs.

Sexually, he's in control of me. It will probably be the one and only time that Mitch Heston shall ever have that control. In my everyday life, I always have to be the one in command, the one who has to make all of the big decisions, so between the sheets, I'm happy to relinquish that role. And right now, I'm desperate to relinquish it. With probing fingers, I'm feeling for that condom; impatient for the tips of my fingers to just hurry up and find it.

With my hands both stretched above my head, I'm getting more and more frustrated by the second, because I just can't seem to locate the elusive condom. Where the hell is it? Reach fingers, reach! While my clumsy fingers are getting more frantic, Mitch is smiling against my skin, enjoying how he's got my body having a silly little argument with itself. "I'm glad you're having fun down there!" Is my amused and aroused response.

Parting my legs, Mitch handsomely smirks up at me. "Oh, I am!" Then proceeds to languish my tummy with toe-tensing tip of the tongue gentle licks.

In a dizzying daze, I have to find that condom. Stretching my arms out further, they aimlessly feel all around for it. Finally, my right fingers find the stupid hiding sheath. "Got it!" I jubilantly yell, probably sounding way more excited about locating that silly condom than I really should have.

With a grin, Mitch takes it from my hand. "Now, the fun really can begin." How he says that, just bubbles my blood with effervescent need. For Mitch, is able to do that. He's able to make me want him, more than I have ever wanted anyone. With words, with touch, with a kiss and a smile...he can do that.

The fun is about to begin.

Our relationship is about to change.

While the adoring tips of Mitch's fingers rejoicingly run themselves over the soft contours of my face and neck, he is rubbing himself hard against me. It's crudely resplendent, temptingly suggestive. My hips are moving to his horny groin beat, slowly learning the lewd lyrics along the way. My mind, becomes so full of what Mitch is now doing. My skin is now the canvas from which he can paint all of his desires onto. My own hands soon greedily have to explore him. They are stoking up the want that I burningly now feel for him. Opening my eyes, just for a hazy moment, I drink in the sight of him above me. He's crazily attractive. Crazily arousing. Mitch is my kind of wonderful. I can clearly see that now. I clearly now feel that.

This.

Us.

What we're about to do, feels sigh-worthy right.

So, so, sigh-worthy right.