I let out a low sound that was lost in the sound of rushing water and cupped his cock through his pants.
“Tell me that you have a condom.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me. “I thought we were taking a bath? It’s supposed to be... relaxing.” He punctuated this with a little nip that made me jump.
“Tell that to your dick.” I rubbed him through his pants. He hardened even more under my touch.
“Hmm.” With that, he slipped his free hand under the waistline of my panties, fingers creeping forward to touch the wet heat of my pussy. “I’m not the only one having dirty thoughts.”
I grinned, unrepentant. “What are you going to do about it?”
The slosh of water made me glance toward the tub. With a yelp, I pulled away from him to shut off the water. It hadn’t yet reached the top, but it had gotten a little too full, considering two adults were going to be climbing in.
I was just testing the water when a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. Chris plastered himself to my back, kissing down the line of my neck, down my spine.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, savoring the touch of his lips against my skin. Between that and the hot steam already filling the room, I was feeling marginally more relaxed. How about that?
Chris’s hands came around to unfasten my bra and tug at the lacy panties. As soon as they were sliding down my legs, his fingers returned to their job—rubbing over my clit and dipping in to tease me.
My moan echoed around the bathroom. Uncaring of how loud I was getting, I rubbed my ass along the bulge of his cock.
“Water’s getting cold,” I murmured.
“Then let’s warm it up.”
That didn’t make sense, but I didn’t care. Reluctantly pulling away from Chris and his teasing touches, I stepped out of my dress completely. Fully naked, I got into the tub.
Chris shed his own clothing and was right behind me. The water splashed as he sat and pulled me into his lap.
Everything was hot—Chris’s skin against my own, the water, which was the perfect temperature, and his shaft nudging at my entrance.
I lowered myself down on him, taking him in slowly. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them as I sensually moved up and down over his shaft.
“Chris...” I moaned, feeling him all up in me. Hard and perfect. “Oh, Chris...”
I was on top, directing our movements, but somehow I felt like I was the one who was out of control. Like something had broken free, and I wasn’t certain how to call it back.
Chris flexed his hips up, driving into me. My breath caught as our rhythm took on a new, frantic pace.
I was on the verge of something other than an orgasm, but I couldn’t quite reach out and grab it. All I could do was throw my head back and focus on the bright pleasure building up inside of me. My moans mixed with the sound of water and Chris’s harsh breathing. It was perfect... too perfect. I couldn’t hold on any longer.
Leaning down, I captured his mouth against my own as we both came together.
I need this every day for the rest of my life.
Which was going to be a big problem.
51
Chris
Iwoke up with Grace snuggled against me. It was quickly becoming a thing that I craved.
I used to stay up until the early hours of the morning then sleep until noon. But now that Grace tended to go to sleep early, I had adjusted my schedule to match hers. There was nothing better in the world than slipping in bed next to her, my head in her lap as she read her magazine or wrote her to-do lists for the next day.
“Don’t go to work,” I murmured as Grace shoved the covers off then planted a string of kisses along my collarbone.
“Don’t you have a meeting today?” she said, tugging a lock of my hair.
