“Oh, God,” she moaned and I used her thumb to rub harder.
My fingers went over hers to roll her nipple.
“Luke.”
There it was. Husky, breathy, close.
“Don’t fight it, Shiloh. Move your hips and ride your fingers.” I let the tips of my fingers brush her pussy lips and her hips surged. “Goddamn hot and so fucking slick.”
It was my turn to groan into her neck. I was so damn close to coming if she didn’t go soon I’d be joining her.
That was why I deviated from my plan. My hand on her tit knocked hers away and I took over. I watched myself toy with her nipple until she was squirming and the sounds she was making become louder.
“Does that feel good, Shiloh? Do you like my playing with your—”
“God, yes. Don’t stop. More. So close.”
I worked my hand between her legs faster, keeping her thumb under mine and moving on her clit while I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck, that sounds so good. Let go, let me see it.”
Her head dropped back on my shoulder, her back arched, and her legs tightened and tried to close.
“Keep ‘em spread.”
Shiloh’s body locked and a long, sexy-as-fuck groan filled the room.
My jaw clenched and I closed my eyes, willing myself not to come.
“Luke.”
Fucking hell.
I gritted my teeth and held on until the trembling stopped and she sagged against me. Then I held her longer until her breathing evened out. I moved my hand from between her legs and let go of her breast. I regretted that I needed to do both in an effort not to work her back up, culminating in a different outcome the second time around. One that would have us both crying out in pleasure.
Not yet.
Not until she was mine.
I brushed Shiloh’s hair off her face and kissed her cheek.
“You feeling all right?”
The silence that ensued stretched into minutes. Worry crept in until she found my hand on the side of the tub and she laced our fingers together.
I closed my eyes and took in the moment. Shiloh fully relaxed, her soft skin against my chest, our thighs touching, her hand on mine. A moment that would forever be seared into my brain.
10
The water was cooling but I was so relaxed I didn’t want to get up.
Either that or if I got up I’d have to face the reality of what happened.
“Thank you for sticking around and proving me wrong,” I murmured, breaking the silence. Luke’s fingers tightened before he slipped his hand out from under mine and maneuvered so our palms were now touching and our fingers threaded back together. “Or I guess you proved me right.”
“How’d I prove you right?”
“You told me I was safe. I trusted you and you proved I was safe in doing so.”
Behind me, his big body went solid and his grip on my hand got super tight.
“You’ll always be safe with me. I’ll remind you as many times as I need to but just to say, I’m looking forward to the day when you know down to your soul that’s the case and you won’t need the reminder.”
There was a lot I had to say to that. How it made me feel, how I was looking forward to that day and it was closer than he could imagine. But I was too overwhelmed to find the words I needed to explain how safe I felt with him. Not just being naked in a bathtub with him. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
And that wasn’t scary—it was downright terrifying.
I didn’t regret what we did. I wasn’t embarrassed. But I was a little shocked and not for the reasons I thought I would be. Luke obviously knew my situation, because in that drunken tell-all night I’d spilled my deepest secrets including not being able to get myself off.
I had no delusions that I was now cured of that issue.
The only reason I’d reached climax was because of Luke—talking me through it, feeling him behind me—but mostly because he’d helped in a big way by touching me.
None of that I found shocking, but the part where I trusted him surprised me. Twice he’d told me I was safe with him, twice he’d proven that to be true. I was naked, turned on, and vulnerable. He knew it would take no coaxing on his end and I would’ve had sex with him. But he didn’t take us there even though I wanted him to.