Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,32

unclasped her bra, and freed her of the last piece of clothing separating us. She was a goddess, and I wanted to fall back to my knees before her. Instead, I held her hand as she stepped into the soft pink foam and settled down into the bath after she tucked her hair up in a loose bun.

“Lean forward,” I told her as I pushed my briefs down, freely my painfully hard length. She did, but not before she snuck a quick peek. The faint flush to her cheeks gave her away as I shut the water off and climbed in behind her. She settled against my chest, and I wrapped her in my arms.

As we sat in the peaceful quiet, I knew I was in trouble.

I just didn’t know how much.

“A Wonderful Life”—Brian Fallon

For several minutes, he was content to hold me. His tattooed arms were wrapped around me, and I had reached a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck. The steely length of him pressing into my lower back didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, with each small twitch against my back, my core clenched in anticipation.

I might be a fool for sneaking out of the house and driving to his place, but I’d never wanted anything more. No, I wasn’t fool enough to think this was going to be a forever kind of thing, but I found myself wanting to take what he offered until the novelty wore off.

“I can’t believe you came,” he murmured as if he could read my mind.

“I almost didn’t,” I softly replied.

He unwrapped his arms and gently pushed me forward. Curiosity had me turning my head back to him. He was putting some creamy baby oil in his hands. They were cold, despite his rubbing them together in an attempt to warm them, and I instinctively arched as he made contact with my skin.

“Why do you have creamy baby oil?” I asked breathlessly.

He softly chuckled. “I use it to shave.”

“But you have a beard,” I stuttered.

“Not always,” he whispered before he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. A shudder rippled through me at the sensation of his lips on me.

It didn’t take long for his hands and my skin to heat it up as he allowed his palms to firmly glide up my back and over my shoulders. My eyes closed, and I groaned as his hands worked magic on my shoulders, neck, and back. At my sound, his cock jumped against my back, and he let out a nearly silent groan of his own.

Though I could’ve let him work the knots from my shoulders until the water cooled, I wanted more. Turning in his arms, I straddled his hips, sandwiching his cock between us. His eyes looked gray in the dim light as he held my hips and waited to see what I would do.

The warm water lapped around us as I leaned in and curled my hands over his toned shoulders.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, because the ambiance demanded it.

He captured my mouth boldly, and we combusted. It was as if there was no slow with us as soon as our lips touched. It was a fiery battle in which there were no winners. One hand slipped into his shoulder-length, dark locks. I loved his hair. It was soft and silky through my fingers, but in all honesty, I couldn’t get enough of any aspect of him.

The slosh of the water filtered through my lust, and I realized I was shamelessly grinding against his straining shaft. Breaking away, I gasped for air. “We’re making a mess,” I muttered against his lips as I gave him another lingering kiss that he ended with a bite to my lower lip.

“You done in here?” he asked, equally out of breath. I nodded, and he sighed. “Good.”

We stood, and he grabbed one of two massive plush towels. As the water drained, he dried me off in what became a seductive game. Once I was dry to his satisfaction, he wrapped the towel around me and dried himself. He didn’t wrap his towel around his waist; instead he tossed it down to the floor to soak up the water we’d splashed out. Then he lifted me out of the tub, crouched, and dried my feet.

It seemed crazy that a rough and wild hockey player was being so romantic and sweet. He’d actually set the bathroom up in hopes that I’d take him up on his offer. Then again, I had tried my