“You’re gonna be the death of me, doc,” he rasps in that low whisper of his that makes me squirm.
I smile, my heart soaring with happiness while the rest of my body has a lot of other good ideas it would like to act on. “Likewise. But what a way to go…”
Amusement fills his eyes before intense wanting takes its place. “Never want to stop kissin’ you.”
I shrug and tilt my head. “Then don’t.”
When I cradle his jaw, he leans into the touch, turning to place a soft kiss against my palm. “What do you say to cleanin’ up together?” I suggest, holding my breath as I wait for his answer.
His eyes darken and a knowing smirk appears. “You always did have the best ideas, Char.”
Linking his hand with mine, he follows me into the bathroom. As soon as we get there, he crowds against my back, and when I look into the mirror, his gaze locks with mine and he shifts even closer. His big body is so close now that I can feel the heat coming off of him.
With shaking hands, I grab a washcloth and quickly wet it under the water before turning around and gently wiping the paint off of his face, loving the way he leans into my touch but never looks away. Just the way he watches me has the butterflies in my stomach scampering and need, want, anddesiretaking their place.
Not for the first time, it has me wishing we could fast forward to our future. One where this man will be my husband and the father of our children, the two of us growing old on the ranch and mountain he calls home. At the same time, I don’t want to skip a single step either. I want to cherish every single little moment because whatever the universe decides to throw at us, I know to the depths of my soul that we’d face it together.
Once his face is clean, he takes the washcloth out of my hand and rinses it under the water, the hard press of his body against mine making my heart race and my mind blank of everything but him.
Slowly, gently, he returns the favor, clearing my face of any traces of white paint while the air crackles between us, a moment so heated but intimate.
He braces his arms on the counter and leans in close, trapping me in place in the best possible way. We stay like that for a moment, neither one of us saying a word because we don’t need to, our bodies are speaking for us. The labored breaths, pounding hearts, and bodies held tight just waiting to release.
I catch the flash in Austin’s brown eyes right before he tugs my head forward and crushes his lips to mine, igniting the spark blazing between us in an instant. Framing his head in my hands, I hold him to me while our tongues duel, exploring, tasting,loving…
He takes my whimpered moans and welcomes them as he grinds his body against mine, letting me feel his arousal and driving me higher and higher in the process.
Tearing his lips from mine, he slowly–achinglyso–drags them down to my neck, burying his face in my throat and releasing aguttural, throaty groan as my hands explore every part of him I can reach.
“Damn I love kissin’ you,” he rasps in my ear before straightening and claiming my lips again, kissing me slower this time. “Want to make you feel good, Char. Been dreamin’ of it for years.”
I cradle his jaw and stare into his beautiful lust-filled eyes. “Show me,” I whisper, before drawing him in for another kiss.
His fingers lift to the neck of my shirt as he makes quick work of the buttons, the cold air washing over my skin doing nothing to cool me down. His hands roam down to my jeans where he releases the button and slowly lowers the zipper…
That's where he stops though, not pulling them down, not stripping me bare, just leaving me a little dishevelled and a whole lot turned on…
Leaning back, his hungry gaze rakes over me, his teeth biting into his lip while his eyes eat me up. Then he’s gripping my hips and kissing me deep, proving that he’s not just strong, he’s good at multitasking too as he lifts me up onto the counter. Then he’s wedged between my spread legs. I lean back against the mirror, a low throaty moan escaping me as he cups my breasts in his big hands.
“So damn beautiful, Char. Always have been. So perfect. All for me.” He trails his lips down to my stomach, running the tip of his tongue along the waistband of my jeans before rising again, wrapping his hand behind my neck and gently meshing our lips together again. His groans against my tongue travel through me, driving me higher.
"Want you more than you could ever know," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. His words have me trembling, my whole body teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“Want you too, love. So much. Show me.Please, show me,” I beg.
“I don’t want you to feel rushed or—” I press my finger to his lips and shake my head.
"Please, Austin," I breathe, my voice breathy and barely audible. His eyes are filled with so much want and need, matching just how I’m feeling. “Haven’t we waited long enough? Make us feel good, just like you’ve dreamed about… like I’ve wanted for so damn lon?—”
He swallows my words on his tongue, wrapping an arm around my shoulders while sliding the other one down andfinallydiving under the waistband of my jeans. He flattens his palm between my legs, his warm skin on mine making my pleasure skyrocket.
Needing to ground myself to him, I slide my hands into his hair and grip him tight, crushing my lips to his to give him my answer. Moaning into his mouth, his fingers slide back and forth through my sex while his hips roll, chasing his own pleasure, telling me he’s just as turned on as I am.
“There,” I breathe, my voice husky as I kiss him again and again. “Right there, love.”
Austin pulls back, his pupils blown, his lips swollen and puffy, watching my face as he continues to send me higher and higher. The feel of him, the smell of him, just itbeinghim the most powerful aphrodisiac.
I throw my head back and cry out as a rush of burning heat races through me, settling deep down and stoking the fire within. Arching my back, I lift my hips and chase his touch. My knuckles gripping the edge of the counter as Austin’s talented fingers seek and find my most sensitive spots. "So beautiful, Char. You have no idea. It feels so right, so real…” he groans.
