Undenied - Unspoken #3 - Maya Banks Page 0,25

her hose. Each touch, each whisper across her skin sent a delicious shudder up her body. Then he bent to press his mouth against her leg, following the downward progress of her hose with his lips.

She moaned, surprised at the torturous, needy sound spilling from her throat. Unable to see his movements, not knowing where he’d touch her next heightened her anticipation to a nearly painful threshold.

He eased one leg down and then lifted her other, giving it identical treatment as he removed the stockings. She was awash in desire, her pulse beating frantically, her blood racing, and he had only just begun.

When his fingers slipped underneath the thin lace of her underwear, she arched into him, aching for him to touch her, wanting his fingers to slide between the wet folds of her pussy.

Instead, he eased the underwear down over her hips and kissed the skin just above the nest of curls. She flinched in reaction, gasping at the electric shock.

He worked her underwear down her legs until he tugged it free of her feet.

“Roll over,” he commanded.

She rolled to the left and was aided by his firm hands. Hands that caressed her back and slid down to cup the globes of her ass.

Her fingers curled tighter into the bedding and she clenched her teeth, sure she’d go nuts if he didn’t stop his sensual assault.

Her bra loosened as he freed the hooks. Then he eased her back over, pulling the bra from her body.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

He left her again, and she heard the water turn off. A gentle splash echoed over the room and a second later, he took her hand and guided her up from the bed.

“Over here,” he said, leading her a few steps. Then he reached behind her head and untied the blindfold.

She blinked as the room came into focus. She took in dozens of flickering candles, a huge Jacuzzi filled with sudsy water. And roses. There were roses laid carelessly about the room, intermixed with the candles.

“Your bath awaits,” he said with a small smile.

She continued to gape around the room as he pulled her toward the tub. He helped her up the step and didn’t release her hand until she eased into the water, sitting down as the suds climbed higher up her body.

“Wes, this is beautiful!”

“Glad you like it,” he said.

She watched in fascination as he began undressing, unable to tear her eyes away from his muscled body. His cock was hard. Erect. His desire there for her to see in all its glory.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

She scooted forward in the tub, only too willing to share the slice of heaven.

He climbed in and settled behind her, stretching out his legs on either side of her. Then he pulled her back until she was cradled against his chest.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “This is all so fantastic.”

He kissed the curve of her shoulder, working his way to her neck. He stopped at her ear, nibbling and tasting the small indention behind her lobe.

“The night is only just beginning,” he murmured.

They lay that way in the tub, her cradled in his arms, hot water lapping gently over the curves of her breasts. After several languid minutes, he reached for the bottle of body wash lying on the side and squeezed some into his hand.

He pushed her forward just enough that he could wash her back. Alternating firmness and gentleness, he massaged and worked his hands over her shoulders.

A sigh of bliss escaped barely parted lips, and she closed her eyes, enjoying his tender treatment of her. Then his hands worked around to her front, dipping down to cup her breasts in his hands.

Against the small of her back, she could feel his cock, rigid, laying flat against his stomach, pressed to her skin. It burned her skin much hotter than the water. Suddenly the water seemed tepid in comparison.

If she lifted her ass just a teeny bit… It would be so easy to have him pull her down, sinking into her pussy in one easy glide.

She squirmed at the mental image and unconsciously shifted, moving upward, inviting.

Wes chuckled in her ear. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet.”

She sighed and relaxed again, allowing her body to mold to his once more. Her need was making her edgy, and yet she had no desire for his seduction to be hurried. She felt pulled in a dozen different directions.

Her demand for satisfaction weighed heavy against her desire to draw out the