I lift her, settle her on the ledge of the tub. Water sluices off her body, and I spread her thighs, settling between them like it’s where I was always meant to be.
She’s dripping, not just from the water, and the scent of her, sweet, musky, hers, drives me out of my damn mind.
I lower my mouth and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She shudders, and I pull the thin fabric of her panties to the side.
Then I drag my tongue slowly through her slick folds, savoring the way she gasps, her thighs tightening around me. The entire moment is decadent. Addictive.
I work her over with my mouth, slow licks, teasing flicks, then deeper, firmer strokes until she’s a mess of moans and curses, her body trembling under my hands. It’s enough to leave me throbbing.
When I suck her clit gently into my mouth, her whole body tenses and then she breaks.
She cries out my name as she comes, hips rocking against my face, thighs clenching around my head. I don’t stop until I’ve drawn every last tremble from her, until she’s limp and boneless and glowing.
When I finally pull back, she’s staring down at me like I’ve rewritten her entire world.
She blinks down at me, dazed, lips parted, hair sticking to her damp temples, chest rising and falling like she’s just run miles. Like I wrecked her in the best possible way.
And then, she grins.
Slow. Lethal. Knowing.
“You’re trouble,” she murmurs, voice still breathless.
I chuckle, brushing my lips to the inside of her thigh. “You have no idea.”
Her hands cup my face, and she leans down, pulling me up to her with a force that feels like gravity. Like inevitability.
I rise, water cascading off my shoulders, and she pulls me into a kiss that’s all tongue and hunger and thank you. She wraps her legs around me as I lift her, lowering us both into the water.
She settles into my lap again, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, the heat between us now far more dangerous than the water surrounding us.
Her hands trail down my chest, fingers tracing each line and ridge like she’s mapping me with memory. She breaks the kiss, barely, eyes locked on mine as she slips one hand beneath the waistband of my swim trunks. I tense, my entire being focused on that hand and what awaits me.
“You’re not the only one who wants to taste,” she whispers.
Fuck.
My breath stutters as her fingers close around me, firm and possessive. She starts slow, maddeningly slow, just enough friction to punch a groan from my chest and send my head crashing to her shoulder.
“Fuck, Josie.”
Her grip shifts, stronger now, each stroke a slick, molten drag that makes my muscles lock and my jaw clench. Her thumb circles the head, teasing, tormenting, until my hips buck helplessly into her hand.
“You’ve been hard for me all night, haven’t you?” she breathes, her voice like smoke against my ear.
“Since the second you stepped into the tub,” I growl, barely hanging on.
She kisses the corner of my jaw, then traces a slow, wet path down my throat, her mouth just as relentless as her hand.
“You’re so fucking big,” she whispers, her words sending a full body shiver ripping through me. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing for me. Needing me.”
“I do,” I choke out, my voice wrecked. “I want you so bad it’s unbearable.”
Her fingers tighten, just a notch, but it’s enough to make my vision blur. She pulls back to look at me, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and glistening, her breath ragged. Water clings to her lashes, dripping down her flushed skin like something out of a fever dream.
And fuck, I’m drowning in her.
She holds my gaze for a beat longer, then sinks to her knees in the water with a wicked glint in her eyes. I lift my hips, giving her easier access to every nerve ending I want her to shatter.
