When he trailed the sponge down her stomach, and over her underwear, teasing, she didn’t miss a beat. Catching his eye, she dared him, “Do it.”
“I—” His hesitation was almost amusing.
She watched as his chivalry warred with his desire. Every hard line of his body mirrored her own primal lust. He looked like a lion ready to pounce. She was so fucking ready for it.
“Take them off,” she ordered.
Something in him snapped at her command, his hesitation evaporating as he dropped the sponge and grasped her hips, dipping his fingers inside the top of her panties before pulling them tight around his fingers. The sensation against her pussy was unbelievable.
With one swift tug, he crushed her flush against him, the thick line of his cock pressing hard against her belly.
Oh Lord, it was huge.Hewas huge. A lusty moan escaped her lips, despite her attempt to bite back the sound.
“You want me to pull them down, princess?” he growled against her ear.
“Yes,” she begged.
“Then ask me nicely.” His voice was deep and dominant, and it called to every part of her soul.
“Please.” She drew the word out on a long, breathy moan. She ran her fingers along his jaw and over his shoulders.
“Please what?” he whispered against her ear.
She made a choking sound, and he gripped her underwear tighter, the fabric squeezing her sensitive flesh. The moan she let out was lewd and needy.
“Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue again?”
“Ye-es,” she whimpered. “Please.” If he didn’t, she might explode on the spot.
His answering chuckle was hot against her cheek. “If I’d known this is what it would take for you to be polite with me, I would have pulled these panties down long ago.”
“Then do it already.”
He turned to tug the barn door closed, encasing them in the heated, steamy shower. When he sank to his knees, his eyes held hers the entire time.
Dear Lord, the way this man looked on his knees was something she’d never get over for as long as she lived. If this man thought she was changing her mind tonight, he was dead wrong.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she told him.
He chuckled as he slowly dragged the fabric of her underwear down.
When she stood before him completely naked, sherubbed her hands over his head. “Nobody has ever made me feel like you do.” Maybe it was too much. Too honest. Too raw for this moment, but it was the truth. Her breath caught as she waited for his response.
When it came, it was a rumbled curse before his mouth found her, and every other thought exited her brain. His warm tongue stroked her sensitive flesh, big hands pinning her to the shower wall. Part of her longed for the cold ocean air to blow in. Anything to cool this fire burning through her veins.
The onslaught of sensations had her barreling toward release. When she gripped his head tighter, he hummed low in his throat, the vibration thrumming through her, and her moan was so loud it echoed through the shower stall.
So close. How did he have her so freaking close already?
And then he pulled away. She cried out at the loss of him.
“Easy.” He kissed her bellybutton. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment, so we’re not rushing anything.”
“Why are you torturing me?”
He smiled. “Because you’ve been torturing me for months. Now that I have you, for however long that is, I’m not sprinting to the finish.”
For however long that is. She’d barely processed those words when he leaned back and said, “Now try not to be a greedy girl and come before I tell you. Do you think you can do that?”
