Instead of getting rid of his jeans, he tossed a towel down and knelt beside the tub. His gaze drifted over my knees that lifted out of the water. The bubbles were rapidly melting under the addition of the oil and I felt much more on display.
What exactly had I been thinking with this stunt?
He sunk his hand and arm into the fragrant water, lazily smoothing his hand over the top of my foot to my ankle, then back down to rub the arch of my foot.
My heart kicked in my chest as I hissed out a surprised sigh. He moved up to my calf, then back down and repeated the process. The worry melted under his endlessly patient touch, but in its place was an awareness that left me humming.
Each inch was gained achingly slow until I was ready to pull his hand to where I wanted him most.
As he stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, he changed the map and took a detour to my hip and up my belly. He shifted up to the head of the tub and curled me toward him.
My fingers found his freshly shorn curls and lightly danced my fingers around his ear to the back of his neck. “You’re making me insane.”
“Good. Maybe you’re almost at the same level as me. Looking at this beautiful body in my space. Opening just for me.”
For now.
The words intruded and I pushed them back.
I was a planner at heart, but right now I wanted to live in the moment. I didn’t want to worry about what was next. To have a world of problems and projects waiting for my attention. I needed to just enjoy this man in this moment. For as long as I was able.
I hissed as he pinched my nipple between two knuckles. “Stay right here with me.”
“I am.” I firmed my grip on the back of his head. “But this bath could fit you too.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and the steam and warmth wrapped us in a space out of time. The kiss started off soft, but both of us had been slowly turning up the heat from hum to throb. His mouth was far too good at making me forget who I was. When he broke the kiss, I was panting up at him.
He stood and stripped off his jeans.
My whole system stuttered to a halt at the hard length of him standing proud from his body. I couldn’t help but reach for him, drawing him closer to the tub as I rolled onto my knees and out of the water.
He stared down at me, his eyes burning in the firelight. I took him in hand, lifting his shaft to cup my lips around the girth of him, dragging my tongue along the underside as I took my time tracing the veins that pulsed under my tongue as he lengthenedeven more for me. I met his gaze as I took the tip of him into my mouth learning the shape of him with my greedy tongue.
He fisted his hands at his sides. “Amber.”
Not Ambrose.
For him, I was just a woman. Just Amber.
It made it easier to let myself go. To take him deeper into my mouth and take a slow breath through my nose as he invaded me in every way. He was far bigger than anyone I’d been with before and I worked my jaw to show him how much I liked it.
His jaw flexed and the way his beard had been trimmed today had taken away the boyish rounded bulk to make him look more intense. And as he stared down at me, I wanted all of that untamed Tate tonight.
The man under the kindness and generosity.
Both of us knew about responsibility and pressure. Here, it could just be us.
I gripped his thighs, the muscles locked as I took him deeper. I hummed around his length as the water churned around me with each bob of my head.
“Fuck,” he ground out and I could tell he was holding back.
I pulled him free from my mouth and grabbed one of his hands to bring it to my face. “More.”
“Amber.” His throat worked and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
I took him deeper, my hips undulating with each thrust into my mouth. The soft water making choppy waves around my hips added to the hunger rising between us. When I took too much and my eyes streamed with tears, I saw the excitement flash before he pulled back.
None of that.
