Pleasure shimmered along her skin, rushed through her veins. Stole her breath. This was love, her mind screamed. This connection was more than lust. He was right. It was love and worth the fight.
When she shivered, he set her back in the water and turned on the tap to add more heat to their bath. He played with her breasts, shaping the weighty globes and tugging on her nipples. The hum of pleasure heightened, and she squeezed her thighs together in an effort to hold the buzz of enjoyment.
He laughed, watching her through lazy eyes. “Enough of that, sweetheart. Spread ’em for me. You’re not ready yet.”
“Am,” she corrected. “I could get myself off in two seconds flat.”
“Ah, but the pleasure would be fleeting. This will amp up the sensations. And every time you think of our lovemaking, you’ll recall this weekend. I’ll spoil you for other men.”
“I don’t want another man.” Nothing less than the truth.
In answer, he ran his hand down her calf.
“Isn’t that going the wrong way?” she asked.
“My way or you’ll strike enemy fire.”
“Well, since you put it that way.” She made a buttoning motion across her lips. His sexy lips quirked and she caught a flash of white teeth before he turned off the tap.
Clever, clever fingers rubbed her foot, hitting the right spots to make her sigh in enjoyment. She sprawled in the lavender scented water, letting him tend her while desire burst over her like a desert flower bloomed after the rain.
“You’re very skilled.”
“I like making you feel good.” His gaze settled on her lips and remained until the urge to moisten them came upon her again. His eyes seemed to stroke her in a physical manner, making her aware of her body and heightening the rest of her senses. “When I please you, by extension, I please myself. I test myself by holding back my release, and when I allow myself to come, my orgasm is intense.”
Fascinated by the personal glimpses he allowed her, more questions bubbled to the surface. “Is that why you give me a climax sometimes and hold me afterward?”
He lifted her leg and tongued the dimple at the side of her knee. “Yes, that’s why.”
“At the start, I thought you might be playing me.”
There was no mistaking the astonishment on his face. “Why didn’t you ask?”
“I didn’t want to spoil things. It was an ostrich-stuck-in-sand kind of moment.”
A delighted smile curved his lips then, and it was beautiful to see. She basked under the brightness of his blue eyes, his grin making her feel treasured and beautiful.
“You normally ask questions.”
“Yeah, I know.” Her breath stalled when his fingers teased the tender skin of her inner thighs. “Not far to go.”
“Quiet or I’ll stop and make us both suffer.” His voice grew stern. “Close your eyes and imagine swimming in a warm pool. Think about a tropical forest and dappled sunlight on the ground. Imagine a waterfall and the silkiness of the water against your bare skin.”
“Yes, sir.” Her eyes drifted closed and she followed his orders, the change of his tone telling her he expected obedience or she’d suffer the consequences—a stinging bottom.
As soon as she settled, his fingers crept nearer to the prize. Heat prickled through her, over her. She held her breath, wanting to extend the heady pre-orgasmic thrill. His touch got to her, revved her until she wanted to howl like an overused engine suffering from a lead-foot driver.
After what felt like a perfunctory amount of touching and a protest burned her lips, his hands cruised to other erogenous zones. His touch still sizzled and pushed passion and heat through her, but it was a gentle flow, while she craved a hard, crashing pulse—the way an adrenaline junkie craved his next fix.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he whispered against her ear.
She started, the flimsy jungle scene in her imagination busting apart.
“I could squeeze your breasts together and fuck them.”
“Yes.” Heck, she was easy. She enjoyed everything he did to her, everything they did together.
His chuckle was a burst of warm air, teasing her neck. His teeth fastened on her earlobe, and he bit down. “Almost done, sweetheart.” And he reached for a bar of soap, raising it to his nose to sniff. “This reminds me of summer. My mother loves to garden—not the nice neat rows some people favor. She fills every space with plants and mixes flowers and vegetables together in companion plantings.”
