My mouth dips, capturing her breast while my fingers dart beneath the water. When her legs part willingly, a primal urge to satisfy her takes over.
This needs to be the best she’s ever had. It’ll only ever be a fling, but I want this moment to mark her forever. To be her comparison point for all eternity.
Slipping between her folds, my fingers glide over her slickness. A whimper slips from her lips as my mouth captures her nipple.
‘You hate that too, Princess?’
‘It’s ok, I guess.’ She might joke, but there’s nothing funny about her breathy tone.
The carefully built wall of control’s lowering, but nowhere near low enough for my liking. I won’t be satisfied until she’s begging for it, screaming my name and utterly at my mercy. I’ve had too much time to imagine this moment. Over ten years, to be precise.
Upping the pace, my fingers work her over, again and again. ‘What about that? How are my dirty hands working out for you now?’
Gone are her tongue-in-cheek remarks, the promise of impending release too deliciously close for her to risk it.
She grips my shoulders, kneading and squeezing the tautness of my skin. When she parts her legs further, I slip two fingers inside, using my thumb to massage her clit.
‘Jayden, it’s been too long… I’m so fucking close.’ Her heated whisper brushes over my chest, scalding me inside and out.
It has nothing to do with how long it’s been and everything to do with what I’m doing to her, but she’ll learn that first hand in a minute.
I’m going to make her come. Again. And again. And again. As much for me as for her. Being able to touch her there, to get her off and watch her sharp edges soften is the biggest turn on of my life. I’m going to remove that silver spoon once and for all.
Trailing tiny kisses up and down her neck and back across her breasts, I whisper, ‘Come on my hands, Princess.’
Hooded eyes flutter up and her mouth parts as she arches her pelvis against my fingers, crying out my name.
A shiver rips down my spine. That’s what I wanted. What I needed. As much as I hate to admit it, Chloe Sexton affects me like no other woman I’ve ever known.
ChapterEleven
CHLOE
My whole body shakes, bathed in the aftermath of shockwaves from the explosive orgasm delivered at the hand of the one man I’m supposed to hate.
Why couldn’t Mark, the Formula One sponsor, have that effect on me? Or anyone else? Things were good with Ethan before he fucked me over, but were they everthatgood?
Honestly?
Nowhere near.
However smug Jayden was beforehand, he’ll be a million times worse after this. For a woman who was oozing confidence not ten minutes ago, I can barely raise my face to meet his dark penetrating pupils.
When I do, he’s staring, transfixed. That smug smirk is definitely pinned back in position, but it’s accompanied by a look of what could definitely be mistaken for awe.
Beneath his sculpted body, I’d almost swear his heart’s hammering as fast as mine. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.’
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose control like that.’ My teeth nip my lower lip. His hand sweeps under my chin, angling my face towards his.
‘You’re apologising? For orgasming? Princess, you just made my year.’ Full hot lips capture mine, his excitement pressing against my stomach, and I’m shocked to find the satisfying ripples being rapidly replaced by greedy new ones.
The prospect of feeling those eight inches inside of me is enough to get me off again.
My hand drops, fingers gripping his excitement. His head rolls back, an animalistic sound groans from his throat.
I can deny it until I’m blue in the face, but the truth is, I’ve wanted him for years.
Thick fingers find mine, unwinding them from his throbbing shaft, placing my hands firmly on either side of my body.
