Dawn almost swayed as she stared up at his face, fascinated by this information, by the gentleness and the heat in his expression.
“The scent is simply Dawn,” he said softly. “The soap maker said it would hold the scent of a new day. Fresh and renewed, and touched by fire.”
And that was how it smelled. Not flowery or strong or even musky. Just clean and warm as it frothed with thick, rich bubbles.
“I think I like this one,” he told her, his voice harsh despite its gentleness. “It does smell like you, Dawn. Like both of us, combined.”
She stood, shell-shocked, as he soaped her from neck to ankle. The thick, scented lather clung to her skin and filled the steamy interior of the shower with the scent of a new day and a heated male. Like the
smell of Seth last night, his need flowing from him, wrapping around her and heating her all the way through her pores.
He washed her stomach with slow, sensual strokes. He parted her thighs and her breath caught in her throat as he washed her there. Washed her thoroughly, then cupped water and rinsed her with all the anticipation and reverence of a boy opening a Christmas present.
“What are you doing?” she finally managed to whisper, uncertain how to respond, or what she should do.
“I’m seducing you, Dawn.” He leaned forward and kissed her thighs, pausing to inhale the scent of her as she felt the juices slowly building on the sensitive folds of her sex. “Every woman should be seduced her first time with a lover. Gentled. Eased. Pleasured.”
She shook her head at the sight of the water running through his hair, where her hands should be.
“But it’s not the first time,” she forced herself to remind him. “I’m not a virgin, Seth. You know I’m not.”
He had seen the discs, he had seen what they did to her. Not just once. More than once before her escape with Callan.
He touched his lips to the top of her mound then, and she shivered with the pleasure before his head lifted and he stared up at her, his gaze dominant, possessive.
“You’re wrong, Dawn,” he said then. “You are a virgin. Sweetly innocent, untouched by a lover’s hands. All your pleasure is mine, isn’t it? Your passion for me, your need for me. You are a virgin, sweetheart, more than you’ll ever know.”
She blinked back at him in confusion as he rose, towering over her, to turn her. The spray from the front shower washed the soap from her body as he began to lather her back. And that was even more sensual. She couldn’t see him; she could only feel him. Feel the suds gathering on her, caressing her even as his hands caressed her, stroking her flesh, delicately massaging her muscles.
“Once, I was in Russia,” he murmured at her ear. “It was colder than I could ever imagine cold, and there I was, standing on the balcony of my hotel looking out at this pristine, gorgeous snow-covered forest. And I imagined you there, sharing that with me. The next morning I went out and found a soap maker. And I requested that scent for you. The scent of the forest at evening, of those first rays of the moon striking the snow. When I use that soap on you, I’m going to be buried inside you. So you can feel the heat that snow holds trapped. Deep within the earth, burning and waiting for spring. That’s what I’m going to be, Dawn, that fire burning inside you as I bathe you with the scent of snow.”
Dawn felt the little cry leave her throat and her knees went weak. The next instant his arm was around her waist, holding her steady as that diabolical washrag began to wash her rear.
“And this is the most gorgeous ass in the world,” he growled. “I almost started collecting panties for you, but somehow that just struck me as obsessive, don’t you think?”
She shook her head.
“Good, then you won’t be surprised when I pull out the few pairs I collected for you, no more than a few dozen, and ask you to wear them for me. Silk and satin and lace so delicate it’s no more than a
whisper against your flesh. I’ll come just thinking of you wearing those panties beneath those mission pants you wear. They have ribbons too. And little bows. And some don’t have a crotch. I could slip right inside you, and not have to worry about tearing them from you first.”
She couldn’t breathe. She was sweating despite the water pouring over her and wondered if she was going to melt right there in the shower.
Curling tendrils of white heat were traveling through her body, and she could feel her flesh prickling with the most amazing pleasure. As though his words were stroking her skin, traveling over her entire body rather than stroking that damnable washrag over her ass, over and over again. He dipped into the cleft between the cheeks, cleaned her there, and then she felt the water rinsing her. Rinsing as he stroked, as he cupped the cheeks of her rear and hummed his appreciation in a kiss on each curve.
“I love your ass, Dawn.” His voice was rough, filled with hunger. “I swear I’m going to come in my pants every time I watch you walk. I watch these sweet muscles bunch and move, and all I can think about is clenching them while you ride me.”
She couldn’t swallow, she couldn’t moan. Her legs were shaking as she felt the weakness in them, and when his tongue licked over the inner curve of one cheek, she knew she was going to sink to the floor of the shower.
“Steady there, sweetheart.” He gripped her hips and held her still. “Stand right there for me. I’m dying to touch you. To taste you. My mouth is watering for your kiss the same way it’s watering for the taste of your sweet pu**y. I want both. I want to suck that pretty tongue in my mouth and I want to drive you crazy while I suck your sweet clit into my mouth.”
She was going to—dosomething . She had read about this feeling, but she hadn’t read about it being so strong it clenched her womb, sent agonizing streams of pleasure tearing through it as her clit throbbed with a feeling of near rapture.
She had never, never known pleasure like this. There was nothing to compare it to. No way to know what she should do or what she should say.
“I want to touch you.” Her voice was whisper thin and pleading. If she was touching him then he couldn’t be stealing parts of her soul a little piece at a time with his words, his touch.
“Not tonight, Dawn.” He rose behind her and she felt his erection, so thick and hot at her lower back. Powerful, throbbing like her clit was throbbing, and her mouth began to water. It began to water and the hormone that filled the glands of her tongue began to flow free. The taste of heat filled her senses. The scent of him wrapped around her, and as she felt the water shut off, felt him pull her back against him, the woman and the animal merged to stretch, to rub, to prepare herself for possession by her mate.