He felt her wiggle toward the ultimate release and decided to tease. As he thrust into her, he kept his cock away from her swollen clit that would give her what she needed. His hands pulled and rubbed at her nipples, rolling the tips in his fingers until she begged him in low, frantic tones of arousal.
“Please, help me.”
“How bad do you want it?” Again he plunged deep, keeping her inches away from the edge. He loved the way she looked as he fucked her, loved the way she gave him everything she had and demanded he keep up with her.
She rode him faster and her hips shimmied frantically. “I need you.” She panted, her blue eyes dazed with passion. “I need you.”
The words reached out like a fist and tore into his gut. Hailey had changed him; opened him up;, and Theo wondered if he’d ever be the same. He rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit, pressing and rotating in the exact pressure she craved.
He drove inside of her. Again. And again. Then...
Hailey screamed. He felt her drench him, and he came again with her, emptying himself with a shout. She collapsed over his body like a rag doll, her hair spilling over his chest, her breathing rough and uneven.
“Damn, woman,” he finally managed. “Any time you have another sexual fantasy, I’ll be glad to help you out.”
She laughed. “Donating your body to charity, huh?”
“It’s a tough job but someone has to do it.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” she said.
He frowned. “Are you sore?”
“My thighs are still trembling.”
He caressed her with soothing strokes. “As soon as I can get up, I’ll run us a bath. That will take the aches away.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“It’s for my own selfish pleasure. I want to show you the amazing things you can do underwater.”
“I’ll need a cane tomorrow.”
He didn’t answer. The realization of the end of their affair dangled before him with haunting urgency. Almost as if she knew his thoughts, she interlaced his fingers with her own and studied their hands. Fingers touching, pale skin against ivory. Entwined.
“I don’t want this to be over,” she whispered.
Hope bloomed, but he fought the emotion back. Theo refused to wonder what their last night would bring. The only thing in his power was to give her as much of himself as possible, and hope it was enough.
“I’ll run the bath.” He got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Hailey lay back on the pillows and tried not to focus on his lackluster response. Her emotions may be real, but it could still be a game to him. Even though he’d obviously been scared and developed feelings, there was no guarantee he’d want to continue their relationship.
Bringing this masquerade into the real world may never work and Hailey needed to be real. She was falling in love with him, but he could view her as a novelty. A short-term, intense affair never meant to be more. At least, if she chose to walk away, she’d have the memories to take with her. Their time together was a gift. She refused to see it any other way.
Hailey followed him into the bathroom. The scents of jasmine and lavender rose to her nostrils. The mirrors steamed deliciously and wrapped them both in a world unto their own making. She quietly shut the door behind her and stood before him, naked.
He reached his hand out. With a smile, she took it, and they stepped into the tub. The sharp sting of the hot water made her gasp slightly, before she steeped below the surface. He positioned her so she floated over him, her buttocks pressed between his spread legs, her back lay against his chest. She sighed in deep contentment as he took the soap and rubbed it between his hands.
Slowly, he began soaping her shoulders, digging his thumbs into the sore muscles. A moan rose from her lips. His hands were slippery with bubbles as he worked on the tendons in her neck and moved downward—the line of her spine, her upper arms, and slid around to cup her breasts. He played with the soft mounds, cupping bubbles and allowing them to float through the air, grazing the tips of her breasts like a wet, dainty kiss. He washed every part of her, lingered on every curve with a tenderness that made tears sting against her lids. Her eyes closed with dreamy pleasure as she gave him her body, the gift he had asked for. If only he knew her body hadn’t been the only gift she entrusted to him.
She had given her heart.
Long, supple fingers slid around her hips and lingered over the full curve of her buttocks. Her cheeks tightened in anticipation as she felt him gently explore the cleft, parting her labia and softly touching her. Hailey floated; muscles melted like warm, sticky honey, helpless under his spell.
“Phantom, what are you doing to me?” she asked in wonder, eyes shut as she drank in every sensation. The bubbles teased her taut-tipped breasts and sloshed over her quickening muscles. Her cleft felt swollen, and the warm water mixed with her own juices until her thighs floated open and her sex was exposed to his gaze.
“God, you’re stunning,” he muttered. His fingers clenched into the full cheeks. “I just want to look at you.” He drew her knees up so she lay open to him. “I want to take you again. I can’t get enough of you, Hailey.”
