‘But I’m getting dressed—”
“And I’m heading for the shower.Join me?”
“Here?”she said foolishly, heart thundering a tattoo as she glanced toward her en suite.“I’m not sure there’s room—”
“We’ll make room.”
Entering the bathroom, Conor opened the shower door and switched the water on.“You’re overdressed,” he commented.Sensing her hesitation, he added, “Far be it for me to force a lady to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
But she did want this…him.There was a decision to be made, and no time to make it.
Conor made it easy for her.Cupping her face with his hands, he closed the small distance between them.Closing her eyes, she allowed him to undress her.He didn’t rush.He didn’t do anything to alarm her.His lack of haste, the care he took, reinforced her belief that maybe, just maybe, he was different.
Teasing her lips apart with his tongue, he kissed her tenderly as if this was her first time, but when heat rose inside her and she responded with force, Conor matched her rising passion.Hands slammed against the glass, she gasped, every nerve ending she possessed demanding more as he moved behind her.
“Good?”Conor murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
“How can saving water be bad?”The words came out in a rush on a laugh as sensation took over.
“My thoughts exactly,” Conor growled as he moved even closer.
Hot as hell and slick with water, his body molded hers.His hands were firm, yet with that sensitivity he excelled at that told her he understood all her anxieties, and that he would make everything all right.
Reaching around her, he mapped her breasts, weighing them appreciatively before abrading her nipples with the lightest and most arousing pass of his thumbnails.
Dipping at the knees, he allowed the tip of his erection to move over her most sensitive and brazenly needy place in a way that made her arch her back and lift her buttocks.
“Do you want this?”he asked as he turned her to face him.
“All of it.All of you,” she gasped, not caring what he thought of her.
Dropping to his knees, he exclaimed, “You’re beautiful.”
She could only rest back against the cold marble, with warm spray pummeling down as Conor pleasured her.
“You definitely want this,” he husked as he delicately agitated the tiny bud at the heart of her pleasure, “but I think we should take this to bed.”
“No!”she protested wildly.“Don’t stop!You can’t stop!”
Conor turned off the water and swaddling her in a soft and warm towel, he swung her into his arms while she repaid him by digging craters into his shoulders.By the time he laid her down on the bed, which was only a couple of seconds later, she was moaning with need.
The crisp white sheets held the faint fresh scent of sunshine.Her limbs felt languid and warm, while sweet honied warmth pulsed between her legs.“Kiss me,” she begged, longing for more contact.
Conor was measured and patient, and clearly had no intention of rushing this.Stretching out his length against hers, he slowly unwrapped her.Tossing the bath sheet aside, he moved her hands away when she tried to cover herself.“I told you, you’re beautiful,” he said.“I can’t imagine why you’d want to hide your body.”
Stroking his hands down her trembling frame from her shoulders to her breasts, and on over her belly, he finally parted her legs.
“Do you like this?”he inquired casually as he worked some breath-stealing magic with his hands.“And this?”
She was beyond speech.And then he took her with his fingers.
“And now?”he asked.
“More,” she barely managed to gasp out.
“There’s no rush.We’ve got all night.”
“But I want you now,” she said, grasping his hand to prove her point.
