The Siren and the Deep Blue Sea - Kerrelyn Sparks Page 0,100
and mouth.
What did it feel like for him? Curious, she slipped her hand between her legs to examine the area for herself. With a small gasp she located the nubbin that incited such incredible pleasure.
And to think that in the past she’d used her bath time to practice seal-shifting. This was something she’d never thought of doing. But still, it was much better with Brody. She never knew what to expect next with him. Alone, she just felt lazy. And sleepy . . .
“Have you started without me?”
With a jerk, she opened her eyes and sat up. “Brody! I didn’t know you were back.”
He was in her dressing room, wearing nothing but a smirk and a towel around his hips. His shoulder-length black hair was still wet, causing a drop of water to meander down his muscular chest. In his hands, he was holding two wine goblets. His beautiful blue eyes twinkled as his gaze shifted to her exposed breasts.
She ducked back down. “What are you doing in my dressing room?”
“It’s midnight.” His mouth twitched. “What exactly are you doing?”
Her cheeks grew warm. “I—I must have dozed off.”
“Ah.” He took a sip from one of the goblets. “Were you having sweet dreams?”
She bent her knees and pressed her thighs together. “I was remembering last night.”
“I’ve been remembering it, too.” He stepped closer to the tub to look inside. “I keep thinking about how soft your skin was. How sweet you tasted. How beautiful you looked when you—”
“Could you pass me a towel?”
“No. My hands are full.”
She snorted. “I’ll take one of those.” After he handed her a goblet, she took a sip. “I suppose you found the food I left for you, and the hot water?”
“Yes, thank you. I had to eat and bathe as the Seer, waiting for midnight.” He set his goblet on her dressing table and brought the stool over to the tub.
“What are you doing now?”
He sat next to the tub and rested a hand on her bent knee. “I’m going to finish what you started.”
“I wasn’t really—” She sucked in a breath as his hand slid down her thigh. “I mean, I was only curious—” She gasped when his fingers reached her womanhood.
“Curious?” He explored her gently. “Did you discover how beautiful you are?”
“I-I don’t . . . Oh!” She jolted when he rubbed against the spot that sent shivers coursing through her.
“Did you learn how incredibly sensitive you are?”
She hissed in a breath. “I—I’m much more sensitive when you’re doing it.”
He snorted. “Well, it’s a relief to know that I’m needed.”
“Oh.” She was shivering and feverish at the same time. “I definitely need you.” Her hand shook, and wine spilled into the bathwater. “Oops.”
“I’ll take that.” He set her goblet on the floor. “Now, where were we?”
“In heaven.” She opened her knees wider.
“I always did enjoy playing with you in the water.”
“We never did anything like this.” She tilted her head back and moaned as his fingers teased and rubbed against her.
He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. “One day I will swim with you in the ocean, and there I will make love to my siren in the deep blue sea.”
And with that promise, she climaxed, throbbing against his hand. She was still seeing stars when he picked her up and carried her to her bed.
“We’ll get the sheets wet,” she warned him.
“Good.” He dropped her on the bed, tore off his towel, then climbed in beside her. As he pulled her closer, his hand slid down her back and over her buttocks. “I like you slick and wet.”
“You’re wet, too.” She ran her fingers into his damp hair. When he squeezed her rump, she felt his manhood pressing into her belly. And suddenly a surge of need enveloped her. “Brody, I want you now.”
“I want you, too.” He kissed her, molding his mouth against hers.
With a groan, she broke the kiss. “I mean now.”
He blinked. “Now?”
She reached a hand down to touch his manhood, and he hissed in a breath. “Now.”
“Are you ready?” He pushed her onto her back and slid a hand between her legs.
With a moan, she pressed against his hand.
“You definitely seem ready.” He caressed her lightly. “So hot and wet.”
She shoved him onto his back. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for years.”
She eyed his manhood, so thick and hard. “Not this ready. I think I would have noticed this.” She curled a hand around the erect staff.