Northern Rebel Daring in the Dark - By Jennifer Labrecque Page 0,107
“fun.”
He cupped his hands and sluiced water over her front, rinsing off the soap.
“Now your back.” She leaned forward and he rinsed. He settled her once again against his chest.
“Feel better?” He traced the shell of her ear with the tip of this tongue.
“Much.” He expected her to think coherently...talk...when his tongue and mouth were...ooh.
“I think you can feel even better yet,” he said, low and seductive.
She closed her eyes when he kissed her neck. She loved having her neck kissed. It tingled through her body all the way to her toes. He could spend hours kissing her neck and she’d be a happy camper.
“I don’t know... I’m feeling...ooh...very good.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said and anticipation coursed through her. He ran his hands over the rounded mound of her belly and she tried to suck it in, to flatten it. His warm breath teased against her ear. “Stop, Tawny. Relax. You’re built like a woman’s supposed to be built. Soft, with curves in all the right places.”
Go to the head of the class for that answer, Simon. He was so tuned in to her, seemed to read every nuance of her body language. He trailed his fingers, the lightest of touches, along the tops of her thighs.
“Open your legs for me.” His voice was as thick as his erection nudging her from behind and reminded her of her dream that morning. It was a perfect blend of fantasy and reality and left her all the hotter still. She spread her legs and cool water rushed against her slick heat.
Simon reached between her thighs, his arms and hands dark against her pale skin, and parted her with his thumbs. “Oh, luv, I like your bare style.”
It had taken two margaritas of Dutch courage to actually work up the nerve to have another human being wax her there and it had hurt like hell, but when it was all said and done, once she’d gone bare she was never going back.
She inched her legs farther apart. “Me, too. The better to feel you.”
And feel him she did—every screaming, craving nerve ending in her body centered between her legs. He traced her with a finger until he found her clit and brushed against it. She whimpered and pressed against his hand. Okay, maybe her neck wasn’t her most sensitive spot.
“Easy. Relax. Not so fast. Sit back and enjoy it. Savor it. You liked it when I did that?”
“Yes.”
“How about his?” He slid a finger into her and she forced herself not to arch into him, but she did clench her muscles around him.
“Yes.”
“You feel so good. You’re so much hotter than the water. It’s like dipping my finger into warm honey.”
His voice, low and sexy, his words, his touch, the feel of his body behind her, his arms around her, the feel of his breath against her skin when he spoke, the faint scrape of his whiskers against her shoulder, the cool water lapping at her hot skin, all centered in her, through her.
He alternated stroking along her slit and sliding a finger, then two fingers, into her, while his thumb worked magic on her clit. He cupped her left breast in his other hand, toying with her nipple, plucking, squeezing.
Tawny gripped the sides of the tub and spread her legs wider, pressing against his hair-roughened legs on either side of her. Please. She couldn’t stand anything that felt this good much longer, but she also didn’t want it to stop.
“Harder. Faster. Yes...yes...like that...oh...” She thrust her hips up to meet his fingers, driving him deeper within her, grinding her clit against the pressure of his thumb.
“That’s it, luv. You’re so beautiful. I want you to come for me. That’s it...” Simon’s voice sent her over the edge. She turned her head and bit into his shoulder, suckling him, tasting the warm saltiness of his skin against her tongue as she spasmed with pleasure.
She collapsed against him, quite simply because she didn’t seem to have a bone left in her body. She felt as fluid and formless as the water surrounding her.
Simon pressed a kiss to her hair and wrapped his arms more firmly around her. “Oh, Tawny.”
“Mmm,” she murmured and rubbed her cheek against his arm, the only response she was capable of at the moment. Slowly she came back together, fully aware of his hard ridge behind her, the taut muscles of his belly and chest, the tension banding his arms.