My breath hitches.
“And then I want you to scream my name because Ifinallyget to scream yours.”
A helpless moan escapes my throat as his intense stare tempts me to picture what he’s painting for me.
My imagination runs wild.
Soft grunts slipping from his lips, one palm on the shower wall, his stomach clenched tight, muscles rolling in his arms as he pumps himself hard and whispers my name. Like a secret.
“Let’s see it, little menace.”
My limbs are heavy as I bring my hands to my breasts, pinching my nipples and sending a flush of warmth to my core. His gaze stays glued to my movements as I mold my breasts to my grip.
Then he watches closely as I slide them down to my wet heat. My skin is slick with my arousal as I tease myself with light movements.
I don’t actually want to get myself off. I want to convincehimto do it. I want to see him snap, make him shred all that restraint and touch me.
I dip a finger inside as slowly as I can and roll my hips against it. “Gavin.” The soft moan drags a whimper from his throat, his bottom lip gripped between his teeth.
Adding another finger, I call out his name a little louder as my eyelids fall closed. His hands slide up my thighs to hold them open.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see ’em when you come apart for me.” I force them open, and he rewards me by pressing another kiss to the inside of my knee. “That’s my girl. Now touch your clit,” he orders, and I follow his directions. Pleasure spirals through my stomach, hot and heavy. “You’re doing perfect.”
I’m already trembling, and yet his control is still in place. When I apply more pressure, my swirling movements drag me closer to oblivion.
My nerves sizzle as he runs his fingers over my nipple, just like he does on his lips when he’s thinking. I circle my bundle of nerves again and grind against my hand.
“Do you know how much I’ve thought about you like this?”
“No,” I whimper, heat spreading to my limbs at the deep timbre of his voice.
“All thefuckingtime.” He tracks my fingers as they slide over my clit. “But none of the fantasies lived up to this, Lena.”
Pleasure shoots up my spine and washes down to my toes. The thought flickers through me that I should slow down or lighten my touch if I want this to last longer, but my fingers aren’t listening.
I need more. More pressure, more hands, more lips. More Gavin.
He pinches my tight nipple between his fingers, and I moan his name into the night. The cold weather means nothing as flames lick every bit of my skin while I crest higher and higher toward the peak.
“Harder, baby. Show me how bad you want me.”
My fingers move against my clit and into my pussy with precision. With the skilled movements of someone who has done it hundreds of times to the thought of Gavin's voice in her ear.
“You’re perfect, Lena,” he rasps. “Fuck your fingers and call out my name.”
My breaths heave faster and faster as swirling pressure builds up my spine and out to my extremities.
As I scream his name, Gavin grabs the front of my throat possessively, using just enough pressure to get my attention as he pulls me toward him. With a growl, he crashes his lips into mine, his tongue diving between them as white-hot pleasure ricochets to every bone in my body.
He devours my mouth like he needs me to survive. Mewling whimpers leave my throat as I ride my fingers, my walls fluttering around them. His grip on my throat loosens, but he keeps a hold on me, stopping me from falling into the water when my muscles go slack.
As the final spasms clench in my core, he releases my lips and brings his forehead to mine. Warm breath exhales over my lips. “Lena, baby. You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Clasping my cheeks, he kisses me through my breathy laugh, and I soften in his embrace. I’m as limp as a ragdoll when he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist, my head buried in his neck. His strong arms support me as he stands in the middle of the hot tub, holding me and breathing me in like I’m precious to him.
Like he’s never letting me go.
Even if it’s only for tonight.
