“Not too badly.” He flashes me a wicked grin. “Though we’ve only just started.” He moves me back so I’m against the edge of the bath. There are seats underwater, running the circumference of the tub, but instead of pushing me down he lifts me up so I’m sitting on the cool marble tiles atthe edge, only the lower part of my legs in the water.
He parts them, coming between them to kiss me, his cock teasing me. I want him to fuck me again, but he seems to have other ideas. His mouth travels lower, his hands squeezing my breasts as he tongues my nipples, one then the other. My head goes back as his mouth travels downwards, heat striping my skin. Desire coils in the pit of my stomach, sugar-sweet, feeling as though it will never end. This man is undoing me, heart and soul. He drops to his knees, water swirling around his powerful shoulders. His hand comes around one of my calves as he bends to kiss the inside of my knee, then his mouth travels along the inside of my thigh, licking and kissing me until I’m writhing in anticipation.
His hands curve around the back of my hips, his head between my legs. He kisses me there, just a single kiss, but I arch back, moaning, so close to the edge. My hand comes to his hair, plunging into his dark curls. And his tongue slides down between my folds, parting them, drinking me in. I almost come then and there but manage to hang on, riding the waves of pleasure as his tongue swirls and flicks against me. His mouth comes to my clit and he sucks on it, gently. It’s enough. I groan, shuddering as the orgasm rolls through me. He has a power over me that no one else has ever had, the way he makes my body thrum with pleasure.
He rides the waves with me, continuing to tongue me, playing with my clit as I shudder and moan, until I finally come down. I feel boneless as a jellyfish, sliding from the tiles into his waiting arms, letting him bear me down into the warm water.
Our bodies come together, and he moves me around him, into position. I resist.
He lifts his head. One eyebrow raises. He’s breathing hard, but I sense the control in him, the way he’s in this with me as an equal partner, both of us willing to give and take what the other needs.
“You know,” I say. “I’ve also been fantasising about being in this bath with you.” I move him back until he’s sitting on the underwater ledge. He’s smiling now, grabbing me for a kiss. I pull back, keeping one hand on his chest.
“Stay there.” I pick up a sponge on the edge of the bath. “It’s my turn.”
ChapterThirty-Two
Myles
Finally making love to Zara is more than I could have ever imagined it to be. The feel of her, the fuckingtasteof her.
The fact that she wants me, as well?
I think I’m in heaven.
It might be madness– Christ, I can’t believe we didn’t use a condom– but, as she pushes me back against the edge of the bath, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, I don’t care. I want her again already, cannot get enough of her body, of the way she feels against me.
But I do as she asks, and stay put.
She picks up a sponge on the edge of the bath, and a bottle of bath soap. She drizzles soap on the sponge, releasing the scent of orange blossom. I wonder whether she’s going to scrub me, my anticipation rising at the thought of her hands on me. But my breath catches in my throat as she slowly and deliberately soaps her breasts, the sponge circling her rosy nipples, trails of soap bubbles across her smooth skin.
Fucking hell.
I’m going to come before I even touch her, if she keeps on with this. She sways, curving her body, holding my gaze as she runs the sponge across her torso, along her slender arms, water swirling around her curving hips. Candlelight flickers, casting shadows across her as she turns, her hair a shimmering river down her back. I’m mesmerised, my heart pounding as she drips soapy water down one raised arm, shooting me a heated glance.
Finally, I’ve had enough. With a roar I launch myself from the seat, grabbing her and pulling her to me. She giggles, her soapy skin sliding against mine driving me to distraction.
“Did you like that?” she whispers, rubbing her breasts against my chest. She straddles me, grinding against my cock until I’m close to exploding. She’s breathing hard and, as she bends her head for a kiss, she reaches down to adjust me so I enter her as she settles back onto my lap.
“Christ,” I groan, my head going back.
She starts to move, sliding up and down, her sex hot and wet around me. Her breasts tease my chest, her curves slippery beneath my fingers. I knot my hand in her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss her throat, my other hand rolling her nipple like a marble against my palm.
She gasps, moaning my name.
“Zara,” I mutter, releasing her hair. Her head comes forward as she braces both arms on the edge of the bath, her hips moving more quickly against mine. I reach between us, pressing down on her clit, feeling her tighten around me. I could make love to her for ever.
But all good things, eventually, come to an end. My orgasm builds as she rides me, then it bursts through me, taking my breath. My hands grip her hips, convulsive, as she finds her own ecstasy again, her cries of pleasure sending me over the edge.
“Oh, Myles.” She sags against me, her head dropping to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and it’s this perfect moment of roses and flickering lantern light, of this woman being everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Come on.” I gently move her from me. My desire sated for now, I just want to hold her close and drift into sleep. She seems to feel the same way, moving slowly as I help her from the tub, flashing me a sleepy smile. I grab a bath towel from the rack and wrap it around her, then take another for myself, and lead her through into the bedroom.
We dry each other off, stumbling on the towels, giggling as we fall into the huge bed together. I pull her into my arms, wrapping myself around her. I feel protective and wild at the same time, and never want her to be far from me again. I’d had hopes for this evening, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.
Zara sleepily kisses my shoulder, her lashes like fans against her cheeks, her damp hair tangled on the pillow. The corner of her mouth curves, and I see a flicker of a dimple. She is fucking adorable.
I hold her as she drifts off to sleep, as the lanterns flicker into darkness, night wrapping around us like a cloak. I feel a growing sense of wonder. There have been other women I’ve wanted, but usually, once the chase is over, the thrill is gone as well. This is not the case with Zara. This feels like a beginning, as though I could explore her for ever.
