Stepping back, he reaches behind him, and the leather harness drops off his chest to the ground. I hold my breath, wondering what he will take off next, fervently hoping he finally drops his pants.
But to my disappointment, he grips my upper arms and pulls up, encouraging me to stand. He removes his coat from where it rests over my shoulders, and I shiver without its heat.
“Turn around.”
I drop my belt bag onto the couch and dutifully obey, hearing movements behind me that sound like he has finally taken off those damn leather pants. I’m disappointed I've yet to see him in all his naked glory.
He steps into me, and I feel his incredible heat at my back. He grabs my hips and slowly slides his hands up my sides, gathering my shirt as he goes. I instinctively put my arms up as he pulls my shirt up and off.
I guess this is happening. He drops my shirt on the ground, and this time when he steps into me, I gasp, feeling his hot skin pressed to mine. Yup, those pants are gone. He feels very naked and very aroused.
I won’t have sex, everything but,I tell myself, drawing a line in the sand in my mind. But as his hands ghost up my arms and down my back to undo my bra, I’m not so sure I’ll actually be able to stick to my guns.
I feel the sudden freedom of an unhooked bra and stand motionless, fighting the urge to clasp it to my breasts to keep them covered.
Luke moves his hands to my shoulders, sliding the straps down until the whole thing simply falls to the ground in front of me. My nipples instantly peak in the cool night air, a slight breeze playing over my flushed skin inducing shivers.
Luke returns his hands to my hips and then slides them around to the button of my jeans. I wait for him to pop it open, but he surprises me by running his hands up my stomach to my lower ribs.
I suck in a startled breath as he pulls me back against his chest. He nuzzles behind my ear, and I tip my head to the side to give him more access.
He drifts his hands up the underside of my breasts, pushing them up and together like a corset. He growls low in my ear and thrusts his hips into me, grinding an impressive erection into my jean covered ass.
I drop my head back as he kisses his way down the curve of my neck, offered to him like a sacrifice. He kneads my breasts intensely, and although it borders just this side of the pain, it's delicious. All too soon, his hands are moving back down, leaving my breasts bereft and exposed to the chilly air.
He finds the waistband of my jeans, the button popping open sounding loud, and drags down my zipper. I toe off my Converse in anticipation of removing my pants, thankful that I wore decent underwear tonight—red lace to match my bra. Luke skims his hands down my legs, sliding my jeans down.
He squats behind me, tapping my ankle to get me to lift my foot so he can slide the pants off each leg. I’m left in my red fishnet stockings and panties. He leans in, nuzzling my backside with his face. I’m motionless, mind racing.
He lightly nips my ass with his sharp teeth and moves his hands to my hips as he stands. “Leave these on.”
I guess I’m getting in the hot tub in fishnets and panties. At least this will make it easier to stick to my weakening resolve about no sex. I feel his heat dissipate and turn around just in time to catch his fabulous ass walking to the hot tub.
It may be the finest ass on a man I’ve ever seen. It’s high and tight and I want to sink my teeth into it. Strange thought, I’ve never wanted to bite anyone’s ass before.
He throws his feline smile at me over his shoulder, as if he heard my very thoughts. I follow him to the hot tub like the pied piper. The raven tattoo covering his back is even more beautiful in the low light, lifelike in its details.
He steps down into the bubbling red water, steam curling around him, like he is descending into the legendary river Styx. Luke turns and watches me advance toward him.
I’m half tempted to reach up and cover my breasts but remind myself to be bold. I walk confidently to the hot tub and step in, following in his earlier footsteps. He offers me a hand to help me sink down into the warm depths.
The swirling bubbles obscure the sight of him. Bummer. I was really hoping to glimpse full frontal nudity and take this up to an R rating. I ease down onto the ledge, submerging my shoulders in the steaming water. I instantly relax and feel the bourbon course through my veins a little quicker.
Luke sits on the ledge across from me and for a while we just sit there, studying each other's faces. The music and bubbling steamy water provide the perfect backdrop and fill the companionable silence between us. I scrutinize his face for clues to his thoughts, but all I see is his faint smile.
My breasts float and I admire their weightlessness. Luke stands, the water sluicing down his chest and abdomen, the water level so close to letting me see what my mouth has been watering over all night.
I’m jealous of the way the drops get to cascade down his body and run down the deep V of his abs when I want to chase them with my tongue. I stand and step toward him. Luke takes my hand and turns me to face out.
This far back from the edge, I am comfortable enough to enjoy the scene in front of me. The skyline is impressive, twinkling lights and a soft glow against the midnight sky. I can feel the night wanting to make the shift to the break of day.
Luke guides me so we are standing at the main jet as we take in the view. He sinks to his knees, pulling me down by my hand with him. He pulls my upper body back against his and puts his hands on my hips. The water laps up to my neck.
“Put your feet up on the bench,” he says in my ear. I follow his instructions, sucking in a breath as the hot tub jet now blows precariously close to my lady parts. If I moved just a few inches, it would be better than a handheld shower.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
I reach back and wrap my arms behind his neck, linking my hands, my head resting on his shoulder. It arches my back and brings my breasts out of the water like they are on display.
