looking. She moistened her dry lips and started to sink toward him—
“Forget about it,” he ground out. “Not fucking happening.” He must have noted her stricken expression because he added. “Not right now, at least. I want to—believe me, I want to. But I can’t take it, love.”
The words took the sting out of his refusal. She didn’t resist when he pressed her backward, using his body like a bulldozer until the back of her knees touched the warm wood of one of the benches. “Sit.”
She sat. The rising steam swirled around them, and the heat sank into her bones, so much so that she couldn’t wait to be naked. Apparently, he was on the same wavelength because he tore off his pants before kneeling in front of her to pick up one boot-clad foot.
He held tight. “Pull,” he instructed. The boot came off with a thunk, and he tossed it over his shoulder before moving to the next. “Pull.”
Breasts bared and now shoeless, she was feeling a little self-conscious. Maybe it was the way he stared at her splayed, stockinged legs so raptly. Or maybe it was the way he devoured every inch of her with his eyes. Whatever it was, right when she started to squirm, he leaned in and laid a scorching kiss on her that had her forgetting all about her inhibitions. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she clamped her thighs over him tight. A little more, and he’d be right where she needed him to—
“Mmm,” she groaned when he lined their parts up right and tight. She wiggled her hips, and waves of need pulsed through her. Before she could find whether that would work the way she needed it to so badly, he pulled back.
“Stockings off.” He flipped her skirt up and gave her hips an appreciative squeeze before freezing. “Jesus, you have on garters?” His voice was so low and choked she could barely make out his words.
Apparently that was a good thing. She sent a mental “good looking out, girl” to Serena who’d insisted that she wear them in order to “keep in character.” Little had she known that someone else would see them.
She nodded, thrilled when he closed his cat-green eyes and seemed to count to ten before opening them again.
“Thank God the steam is thick because if I had seen them when I wasn’t prepared, I’d have dropped dead on the spot. That’s how close I am right now.”
He passed her hips again, giving them another caress that made her glad she’d never caved to Victor’s demands that she get lipo, and then onto her thighs.
“Your skin is so soft. Like a ripe peach, and I want to eat you just as bad,” he said. His fingers expertly found the garter snaps and flicked them open, skimming the stockings over her knees before she could catch her breath. Only a player would know his way around women’s undergarments like that. By the same token, that also meant he knew his way around a woman’s body, so as long as she went in with her eyes open, this could shape up to be the hottest time of her life.
He slid the silk lower, stopping to trail his hands over her knees and massage her calves, even tickling her insole as he went. Then they were gone, tossed into the corner with her shoes.
He stared down at her, and she followed his gaze. Through the thick wash of steam, she could just make out the silhouette of her splayed thighs, and the black skirt flipped up to reveal a tiny pair of lace underwear that she’d picked up to replace her “bloomers” at Serena’s request on the way over. She sure didn’t regret it now because the tension in his jaw, the desire in his eyes…priceless.
“Let’s leave the skirt on,” he said, and hooked a finger around her panties. He gave a sharp tug, and they snapped in his big hand. She gasped at the raw need on his face at what he’d exposed. He looked for so long, she was about to ask him yet again if everything was okay, if maybe she’d done something wrong, but there was no time. Because a second later, he fell onto her, burying his face
“Forget about it,” he ground out. “Not fucking happening.” He must have noted her stricken expression because he added. “Not right now, at least. I want to—believe me, I want to. But I can’t take it, love.”
The words took the sting out of his refusal. She didn’t resist when he pressed her backward, using his body like a bulldozer until the back of her knees touched the warm wood of one of the benches. “Sit.”
She sat. The rising steam swirled around them, and the heat sank into her bones, so much so that she couldn’t wait to be naked. Apparently, he was on the same wavelength because he tore off his pants before kneeling in front of her to pick up one boot-clad foot.
He held tight. “Pull,” he instructed. The boot came off with a thunk, and he tossed it over his shoulder before moving to the next. “Pull.”
Breasts bared and now shoeless, she was feeling a little self-conscious. Maybe it was the way he stared at her splayed, stockinged legs so raptly. Or maybe it was the way he devoured every inch of her with his eyes. Whatever it was, right when she started to squirm, he leaned in and laid a scorching kiss on her that had her forgetting all about her inhibitions. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she clamped her thighs over him tight. A little more, and he’d be right where she needed him to—
“Mmm,” she groaned when he lined their parts up right and tight. She wiggled her hips, and waves of need pulsed through her. Before she could find whether that would work the way she needed it to so badly, he pulled back.
“Stockings off.” He flipped her skirt up and gave her hips an appreciative squeeze before freezing. “Jesus, you have on garters?” His voice was so low and choked she could barely make out his words.
Apparently that was a good thing. She sent a mental “good looking out, girl” to Serena who’d insisted that she wear them in order to “keep in character.” Little had she known that someone else would see them.
She nodded, thrilled when he closed his cat-green eyes and seemed to count to ten before opening them again.
“Thank God the steam is thick because if I had seen them when I wasn’t prepared, I’d have dropped dead on the spot. That’s how close I am right now.”
He passed her hips again, giving them another caress that made her glad she’d never caved to Victor’s demands that she get lipo, and then onto her thighs.
“Your skin is so soft. Like a ripe peach, and I want to eat you just as bad,” he said. His fingers expertly found the garter snaps and flicked them open, skimming the stockings over her knees before she could catch her breath. Only a player would know his way around women’s undergarments like that. By the same token, that also meant he knew his way around a woman’s body, so as long as she went in with her eyes open, this could shape up to be the hottest time of her life.
He slid the silk lower, stopping to trail his hands over her knees and massage her calves, even tickling her insole as he went. Then they were gone, tossed into the corner with her shoes.
He stared down at her, and she followed his gaze. Through the thick wash of steam, she could just make out the silhouette of her splayed thighs, and the black skirt flipped up to reveal a tiny pair of lace underwear that she’d picked up to replace her “bloomers” at Serena’s request on the way over. She sure didn’t regret it now because the tension in his jaw, the desire in his eyes…priceless.
“Let’s leave the skirt on,” he said, and hooked a finger around her panties. He gave a sharp tug, and they snapped in his big hand. She gasped at the raw need on his face at what he’d exposed. He looked for so long, she was about to ask him yet again if everything was okay, if maybe she’d done something wrong, but there was no time. Because a second later, he fell onto her, burying his face
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