He lifted her, finally releasing her mouth as he carried her up the stone steps and into the house. After he lowered her feet slowly to the ground in the bathroom attached to the large bedroom they had entered, Tate turned on the shower with a flick of his strong wrist.
“We need to rinse off,” he said huskily.
The pungent smell of the minerals in the water still clung to her wet skin, and she stepped into the warm water willingly. As she dunked her head under the shower head, she let the pulsating, streaming liquid relax her already limp body even more.
Tate stepped in behind her, lathered shampoo onto her scalp and rubbed it in, massaging the soap into her hair.
Oh, God, he feels good.
Lara let her body relax against his powerful chest and abdomen, not questioning why she trusted Tate. It felt right, and she just did. Maybe it should feel awkward to be leaning against a naked man in a shower, a guy who she hardly knew, especially when she was as bare as the day she was born herself. But the closeness and the physical intimacy just made her yearn for an even deeper connection with Tate, a bond that she’d never felt before.#p#分页标题#e#
“Are you okay?” he rasped roughly in her ear.
“I-I’m fine. I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t be sorry, Lara. I was here. You knew you were safe,” he told her in a low, sexy baritone. “How’s your leg?”
She didn’t speak for a moment as he gently tilted her head down and rinsed her hair.
“It’s better,” she told him tremulously as he smoothly switched their positions so he could rinse soap from his hair. The hot springs had soothed the muscle in her thigh, and the pain was dull and almost nonexistent now.
He soaped up his body, and then refilled his palm with the liquid, smoothing it over her shoulders and back. “You’re so damn beautiful, Lara.” His voice was hoarse and graveled.
She shuddered as his slick hands moved around her torso and slid up to palm her breasts. “Tate,” she whispered. Her head fell back against his shoulder.
“That’s right, baby. Keep on saying my name. Moan my name while you come. Know exactly who is making you feel like this,” he demanded as his thumbs circled her sensitive nipples.
Her core clenched almost viciously as Tate lightly pinched the hardened peaks of her breasts, and set her body on fire with desperate need. “Please, Tate,” she whimpered. His hard erection was right against her lower back. “I need…I need…”
“I know what you need,” he answered gruffly. His hand slid down her belly and into the trimmed hair at her mound. “You need to get off. And I’m going to get you there,” he growled into her ear.
“Yes.” She breathed a tortured sigh of relief as his fingers delved between her thighs while his other hand continued to tease her nipples relentlessly.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking wet for me, Lara. So hot and tight.” He probed her sheath with his index finger. “Are you so slick because you want my cock inside you?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Lara wanted Tate more than she had ever wanted a man in her entire life. She’d been dreaming about him in the pool, about this, before he’d woken her up. Now, she wasn’t quite sure where the dream had ended and the reality began. All she knew now was that he was hot, hard, and she needed him. “Fuck me, Tate. Please.”
He pinched her nipple a little harder and demanding fingers sought and found her clit. He stroked over the pulsating bundle of nerves roughly. “Do you know what it does to me to hear you begging me to fuck you? It makes me want to give you exactly what you want.”
Lara moaned as her slick body slid against his muscular form, and she arched her back as he worked her clit harder with his thumb and index finger. “Oh, Jesus. I can’t take anymore,” she screamed. The coil in her belly started to unfurl.
“You can. Take it, Lara. Use it to come for me, baby,” he commanded harshly in her ear.
His husky, lust-filled voice made her body quiver and as his mouth moved to her neck, lightly nipping and lapping at the sensitive skin, Lara completely shattered. “Tate!” The ripples in her channel became massive spasms. Her climax gripped her hard and refused to let go.
“Need to feel you coming,” Tate growled.
Instinctively, she knew exactly what he wanted. Lara turned blindly, wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped, locking her legs around his waist. “Then feel it now,” she panted heavily. “Right now.”
“Fuck. Lara. I wasn’t going to—”
Knowing now that he loved to hear her beg, she pleaded, “Fuck me, Tate. I need your cock inside me now. No more waiting.” Lara needed him to lose control completely.#p#分页标题#e#