Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,21

she nodded.

Fighting a grin, he failed. "Come on. I have an…exercise for us."

Her brows lifted. "I draw the line at exercise."

There she was. There was his Raven.

"You'll like this one." Gently urging her off the bed, he took her hand and led her into his adjoining master bath. He started the water in the tub and turned to her.

She was really something, standing there naked in full glory and not an ounce of embarrassment or insecurity. He hated it when women hid their beauty. She was taking in the room with curious eyes and, for the first time, he wondered about the design. It wasn't as if anyone ever got to see the room.

The bathtub was big enough to seat six, complete with jets, but he typically used the shower just on the other side of the counter. The heated stone benches and three-dimensional sprays were worth the small fortune. Not that money was an issue. There was a his and hers vanity in slate, even though he never had a "her." The floors and walls a sage tile.

"Do you like it?"

She looked at him, pink tingeing her cheeks. "Yes. It's like a spa. I love the colors."

Seeing the tub was nearly full, he gestured for her to get in.

"You want me to take a bath?"

"Us. I want us to bathe together." He waited for her argument, but she didn't offer one.

Stepping in, she went to the farthest corner and moaned as she sank under the hot water, neck deep. He turned the dimmer lights on over the tub and clicked off the harsh vanity lighting. Fully aroused, he climbed in and took the spot opposite her. She watched his movements, gaze dipping to his shaft and exploring his body.

"You're comfortable with this?"

She shrugged. "Oddly, yes. In most aspects of intimacy, I'm fine, until it gets down to the actual deed. I've never been big on touch, though. That's what initiates panic."

He nodded, wondering how she got to hate touch so much. He loved using his hands, so the restraint was immeasurably difficult. His hand dragged over his shaft, wanting inside her again. She watched the movement, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

"It drives me insane when you do that."

She tilted her head, the tips of her black hair floating on the water. "Do what?"

"Bite your lip. I want to follow the same path and lick the ache away." He studied her. "You do it a lot, but never so much as you have the past week."

She offered a slight shake of her head. "What is this exercise you wanted us to do?"

His shaft thickened just imagining. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me. I want to see how you like to be touched and where, want to know what makes you mindless."

Her red lips parted and a ragged breath escaped. The blush from the water's heat added to the arousal in her cheeks. Her nipples pebbled. She wasn't unaffected, wanted to do what he asked. "Why?" she breathed.

"Call it a trust exercise." And one day soon, she was going to let him do the same with his fingers that she'd do with hers. "Dip your fingers under the water, Raven. Show me what pleases you."

After a moment, she swallowed and moved her hands to her breasts, cupping them. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she arched into them. So fucking beautiful. He wanted his camera.

"Open your eyes. Watch me as you pleasure yourself."

Moaning, her lashes fell to half mast and her gaze locked on his, dark with arousal. One hand slid lower, over her taught belly to the small patch of dark hair. She shaved or waxed he'd noticed earlier, leaving only a small triangle.

"Spread your legs. Let me watch."

Responding to his low voice on command, her knees fell open, exposing her to him through the clear water. Her fingers spread her folds, her thumb flicking her swollen clit. Even through the water he could see she was slick, wanting. She moaned, her head drifting back.

"No. Eyes on me." He fisted his shaft, stroking harder, faster. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes."

"How good?"

She moaned. "So good."

His balls tightened. "Imagine they're my fingers touching you. Dip a finger inside, baby. Are you hot and tight?"

"Yes. And wet. So wet for you."

Fuck. He could come right now and still be hard. "Pinch your nipple with your other hand. Yes," he hissed. Two strokes and he'd be done. He wanted them to come together. "Massage your clit. I want you