my knee. He sweeps back up again, along my inner thighs, under the warm water. The sponge touches between my legs, and I giggle at the sensation.
His eyebrows lift, and he gazes at me with interest. There’s insatiable hunger in his dark brown eyes.
“Ticklish?” he asks.
Instead of answering, I lick my lips and stare at his mouth. He lifts his chin in response, but doesn’t kiss me yet.
He sweeps the sponge up and down until I’m trembling.
He drops the sponge and moves his bare fingers against my flesh, between my legs. His hand feels the same temperature as the water. He moves slowly, deliberately, finding the right spot to caress.
I arch more, wanting him to explore deeper. I need him to kiss me, too.
We’re going at his speed, though. He’s in control. I flutter my eyelids closed and lean my head back against the tub.
He grabs the sponge again and drags its rough surface up over my body. I lift my chest in response, and feel his mouth on my breast again. He pulls my nipple between his teeth. I moan with pleasure. He reaches down into the water again, between my legs.
He must like what he feels, because I hear him groan. He pulls away, breathing heavily. I open my eyes and watch as he removes his jeans and underwear.
He looks so beautiful naked, tall and lean. He steps into the tub carefully, but his movements splash some water onto the nearby cluster of candles. Their flames flicker, but don’t go out.
We’re facing each other in the tub.
He places one leg on either side of me, facing me, then leans back, looking content.
He closes his eyes.
I frown. That’s it? I want him inside me so badly now, and he’s going to have a nap?
I stare at him for a moment, and then I let out a big sigh. Fine. Whatever. I’m not going to go cray cray over this.
He opens one eye and looks at me.
“What are you scheming?” I demand.
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
I’m confused.
He reaches for the folded towel and switches it to the other side of the tub. Now I understand.
I know what he means, but I play dumb and pretend for a moment that I don’t.
Finally, he reaches out and pulls me up out of the water. His arm muscles bulge, but he can hold me up easily. He spins me around, so my back is against his chest. He shifts his body down in the water, so that when he brings me back down, he’s between my legs. He’s thick and hard, and with a minor adjustment, he slides right into me. All the way. I cry out. Electricity spirals up my body.
Dylan moves his hips with mine. He lifts me up in the water, then brings me back down over him. We rise and fall, again and again, as waves of pleasure build and recede.
With my back against his chest, his hands have full access to my breasts. He cups them and squeezes my nipples. He brings one hand down between my legs, to apply even more delicious pressure.
He keeps pumping his hips, getting harder inside me. I’m full and yet I still can’t get enough of him. I arch my back, crane my neck, and we kiss. He groans against my lips. His whole body is tense and hard beneath me, moving in urgency.
We both slide deeper into the warm water. His angle changes as he drives deeper inside. The heat of the water seems to rise like steam from our bodies. Ecstasy explodes within me, deep and powerful. Dylan’s body is electric beneath me, impossibly hard. He lets go with everything but his hands, rocking me against him in rhythm.
He releases with a sexy moan just as I’m coming down from my peak, extending my pleasure.
Wow.
When we finally relax, we move within the water as one. He’s watching the water line carefully, and stops us before my mouth and nose go below the waterline. Which is good. Because I can barely move.
Chapter 9
On Monday morning, I’m at my desk, trying to work. I can’t stop thinking about getting into the tub again with Dylan.
Having a sex life that’s too good can be very distracting. Especially when you have a ton of