His answering grin told me he wasn’t offended by my sarcasm. “Sorry to say, I think my talents lie elsewhere.”
“Like where?” I asked with faux innocence.
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He kissed the corner of my mouth before standing, taking me with him.
I squealed and tightened my hold on his waist and neck as frigid air pierced my heated skin. “It’s freezing.”
“Hang on,” he said right before climbing out of the hot tub with me wrapped around him like a spider monkey…if that was even a real thing. Before I knew it, he’d draped a towel over my shoulders and was carrying me inside the house.
Hayle walked straight into the master bedroom, shut and locked the door behind us, and didn’t stop until we made it into the bathroom. Setting me gently on the tile, he reached into the shower and turned on the water. After checking to make sure it was warm enough, he turned to me and reached for the strings on my bikini bottoms. “May I?”
“Yes, please.” Had that sounded like a prayer? If so, I didn’t even care. I wasn’t above begging, if it came to that.
Within seconds, my bottoms were gone, and he was pushing me inside the large walk-in shower. “You do realize we’re already wet, don’t you?” I teased.
“When I taste every inch of your body, I want you to taste like you. Not like chlorine.”
Well, okay, then.
After letting down my hair, Hayle reached for the soap and got to work cleaning my body like a man on a mission. I stood there with my eyes closed, the water rolling over me, and happily let him do his thing. His hands must have been bigger than I’d realized, because he only had two of them, but it felt like he was touching me everywhere.
When he gently shoved me against the tile wall and buried his face between my legs, my eyes popped open. He began licking me with an occasional flick of his tongue against my clit, and I peered down at his mess of dark hair. I wanted to tangle my fingers in it. I wanted to buck against him. Hell, I wanted to fall apart on his face.
But it was taking everything in me to remain standing, even with the wall supporting my weight. Whatever he was doing with his mouth and tongue was nothing short of a revelation. There was sucking, and I was pretty sure there was blowing, and I didn’t know what else, but I loved it.
“This,” I choked out. “This is where your talents lie.”
Hayle looked up at me through his wet lashes. “I fucking love the taste of you.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he lifted one of my legs to drape over his shoulder, and I lost the ability to think about anything else but chasing my orgasm. The change in position made me more exposed, and that alone was pushing me past the point of turned on.
Resting my head against the wall, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fully relax. To let go. To show Hayle how much my body wanted and appreciated him. Particularly his mouth. And his tongue.
He slid one hand up my stomach and palmed my breast. His hand seemed to like it there, and neither I nor my breast were complaining. I pressed my hand over the top of his and intertwined our fingers as he squeezed my flesh. I had no idea why, but that was the last straw.
I convulsed around Hayle’s mouth, my limbs shaking and breathing ragged. He returned both hands to my hips, holding me tightly to keep me from collapsing. But the position of my body was irrelevant. I’d already fallen.
With slow, undoubtedly satisfied, movements, he lowered my leg and stood, taking me into his arms. He kissed me, devouring my mouth, his desire so thick I could taste it.
I reached between us to grip his erection. “Hayle, now.” If he didn’t push inside of me soon, I was going to climb him like a fucking tree.
He chuckled against my mouth but didn’t comply. Instead, he turned off the water and reached for a towel and dried both of us off quicker than I would have thought was humanly possible. Then, without a word, he took my hand and led me toward the bed and flipped on the gas fireplace situated between the bedroom and bathroom.