Before she has time to respond to that, I bite. Sucking hard. Loving the way she moans again. I love knowing that what I’m doing to her feels good.
Because it feels damn good to me, too.
Heat surges through my body, and all I want is to bury myself up to the hilt in her tight body all over again.
Running my fingers between her legs, I draw slow circles, pressing harder as she tilts her hips to deepen the connection.
“Ziii—” she moans, and I wrench my mouth from her neck, stifling my name with a kiss, muting her moans and the sound of my true name beneath my lips.
“Be careful,” I warn, smirking as I pull away. Loving the hungry way she pants up at me, straining against my hand as I slide it down further beneath the edge of those tiny bikini bottoms. “If you start to say my name again, I’ll just have to silence you.”
“And how would you—” That’s all I catch before I plunge below the surface of the water, untying the bows at the sides of those cheeky little bikini bottoms I love so much. I can’t hear her anymore, but I can still feel her—taste her.
I suck her clit, loving how she curves against me, pressing herself harder to my mouth.
She feels so damn good.
Tastes so damn good.
And it takes all my damn self-control not to bite her again, right here where I am. Instead, I focus on the feeling of her bodyagainst mine, loving making her feel good, loving every curve, the roundness of her ass against my hand as I slide my palm behind her back, drawing her tighter against me.
Finally, when I can’t hold my breath a second longer, I surface.
With a smirk, I wipe the water from my face with one hand, staring down at her panting, hungry eyes. “So,” I ask, “You had a question?”
“I did?” She looks dazed. In a good way. Hauling herself back up with one hand on the lip of the tub, she glances at her bikini bottoms floating in the hot water beside us. “I guess it wasn’t that important.”
“That’s good, princess,” I growl, and I’m not sure where theprincesscame from, but she seems to like it. At least, based on the way her breath hitches and her blood pulses faster. “You knowwhythat’s good?”
She just shakes her head.
Staring at me.
Waiting.
And I love the idea that I’ve brought her close and now she’s hungry for more, completely at my mercy.
I’m a bit of a scoundrel.
It’s true.
But I love it so much.
I like this game where I make her want me so much, she’s moving toward me, hooking her hands in the edges of my shorts, gazing up at me with wide, mock-innocent eyes as if waiting for my permission to go further.
It’s a strange, powerful feeling, this.
But I know I’m notreallyin control.
She is.
Everything I do hinges on her. On what she wants.
And that’s the beautiful magic of this game.
We haven’t even outlined the damn rules, and somehow she’s already on the same page.
I take her jaw in my hand, gripping it firmly as I tilt her face up toward me. Taking a small step closer.
