His gaze was steady and appreciative, like that of someone who’d just landed himself an exotic view.
“You didn’t think to knock?”
He shook his head, approaching the bathtub slowly.
“I lock doors I don’t intend to grant entry into. And this is our bathroom.”
I was about to answer him when he continued.
“I would apologize, but that would be disingenuous of me. Considering that when I got back and didn’t find you in the living room, a part of me imagined finding you here in the bathroom. Almost naked, just like this.”
“Well, now your fantasy has become reality. Congrats. Could you please step out?” I requested, looking up at him from where I stood just a few inches away.
“How do you think that fantasy of mine played out?” he inquired, his smirk turning into a teasing smile. “I’ll tell you.It ended with a very, very intimate moment. With me giving you consecutive orgasms and making the bathroom echo your moans of my name.”
I swallowed, trying so hard to fight off the effect of his words on me. He moved closer until he was standing right in front of me.
“What do you think of that?”
“I think you should leave,” I told him, half-pleading, half-demanding.
He was silent for a second, and I almost thought he wouldn’t. But his eyes, sweeping over me, said otherwise.
“Isabella, your body says anything but that,” he challenged, gently dropping my hands from my bathrobe. “Your nipples poking at your robe, the hitch in your breath, and-”, his fingers suddenly touched my slit, making me gasp, “the slick wetness between your legs; it all says differently.”
Without looking away, he licked his moist fingers before going on. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know that you want me as much as I want you. Because I want you badly, with no reservations whatsoever.”
He leaned down and landed a kiss on my lips. “Isabella, I want you always. I can’t ever get enough of you.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest as his words made me hunger for his touch. For him to make good on the words spilling out of his mouth.
He gently pushed the soft material of the bathrobe off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the tiles.
“Don’t hide from me,” he crooned, his gaze still on my face as he held my wrists again, stopping them from touching mybody. “You’re beautiful. More than anything I’ve ever touched in my damned life.”
I sighed, my eyes lost in his. Then his eyes went lower, and lower, slowly sliding back up again.
“I’ve never seen all of you like this before.”
“We’ve made love how many times?” I asked, chuckling.
“Even then, I never get to see you completely. I only get glimpses of different parts of you. You’re always quick to cover yourself up after,” he pointed out.
“Right,” I muttered for lack of a better response.
“Baby, I’ll undress if it makes you less uncomfortable.”
“Baby?” I repeated.
“I guess my heart went ahead and spoke for me,” he said, shrugging.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, and as I stood there, my gaze meeting his, he stripped until his hard length was pointing towards his hard stomach.
In a heartbeat, his body collided with mine as he kissed me senseless. His tongue impatiently swiped my lower lip, and I eagerly opened for him, deepening the kiss. The feel of his hard dick rubbing against me turned me on, and I moaned into the kiss, unable to hold back. His hands squeezed my ass and, suddenly, I was no longer on the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the shower.
My feet touched the floor again as the kiss continued, our hands grabbing and groping with increasing hunger.
He eventually broke the kiss, and I didn’t need to be told what would come next as he sank to his knees in front of me.
