“Is that a challenge?” I dragged the cloth down across her belly and slipped it between her legs. “I'm ready when you are. Rising to the occasion, in fact.”
She wiggled on my lap, and my cock sprang free, thrusting against my abs. “I can tell.”
Taking the cup sitting on the table beside the tub, she filled it and dumped it over my head, laughing when I sputtered and shot her a pretend glare.
“Impertinent, aren't you?” I growled. “I will seek my revenge.”
“I'm only washing your hair.” Pure innocence came through in her voice. I'd believe it if her eyes didn't sparkle with mischief. I adored that look and the way pink filled her cheeks. Which I kissed, one after the other until her lips pursed.
“You've stopped washing,” she pointed out.
“How remiss of me.” I tossed the cloth aside and replaced it with my fingers, drawing out her moan when I circled her clit.
“My hair,” she said, all breathy. “Yourhair.”
“Let me love you, andthenwe'll wash.”
“You're corrupting me.”
“And you adore me for that fact.”
“I do,” she sighed, turning to face me, spreading her legs wide around my waist. “Show me your special skills, bath attendant.”
I swept everything off the table and lifted her, laying her on the surface.
Then I climbed over her, kissing her, staking my claim while she did the same with me.
I was hungry for this woman all the time. Starving. I would be until I drew in my last breath.
I gently traced my fingertips across her throat, then my palm, feeling her swallow hard. Her eyes widened, but she leaned into the touch, trusting me. Something inside me stirred, a feral part of me that craved to be unleashed.
Leaning down, I captured her mouth with mine. It wasn’t a soft kiss but fierce, demanding. My longing for her was a desperate, primal need clawing at my soul. My wildfire answered with the same intensity, her mouth opening, inviting me in. Our tongues clashed, tangled.
I broke the kiss only to trail my lips down her neck, nipping, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Her breath caught, her gasp echoing in the room.
Sliding my hand down her side, I eased it across her belly and between her spread legs. A groan ripped up my throat. So wet. So needy. Desire shocked to my core, making my cock throb.
I trailed my fingers up the sweet, inner part of her thigh, feeling her goosebumps rise under my touch. When I reached her heat, I stroked my thumb through her wetness, groaning at her slick warmth. She was ready, so ready, and it would’ve been easy to drive myself deeply inside her. But I wanted to delay this as long asI could, to bring out the heat of her passion. I would not rush this, not with this woman I'd adore forever.
“Eyes on me,” I whispered, my voice raspy with need. “I want to see you fall apart, hear you scream, Wildfire.”
“I’m too loud.”
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her again. “I’ll capture your screams in my mouth.”
“Don’t look away,” I said, locking my gaze on hers again.
I circled her clit, and that beast inside me roared when she shivered beneath me. Her breath came in short gasps, her cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink. I increased the pressure, rubbing in tight circles, watching as her eyes widened and her lips parted.
“Lore,” she groaned. I loved hearing my true name on her lips, loved knowing that I was the one dragging it from deep inside her chest.
I slid one finger inside her, and her body tightened around me. She was hot, wet, and pure joy. I groaned, knowing how amazing it would feel to have her respond in the same way to my cock.
“More,” she cried out, bucking her hips up to meet my hand. I added another finger, filling her, stretching her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I stilled my movements.
“Eyes on me,” I barked, my voice gentle but firm. She opened her eyes, her hazy gaze meeting mine.
I drove my fingers inside her again, pumping them, adding another all while circling her clit with my thumb. Her soft whimpers echoed in the room, and I could tell by how she clenched down on my hand that she was close.
