He had her breathless within seconds with just a little flick of his thumb while his other finger remained deep inside her, finding and rubbing her pulsing need. The sound of the water running, filling the tub, drowned out Sienna’s moans and gasps for air, but her reflection in the mirror showed the growing pleasure clear as day.
Carson’s eyes were directly on the real thing, not the mirror, staring her straight in the face, devouring her pleasure. He moved slowly, teasing her to the edge, softening his stroke even further, then finally picking up the pace, drawing her climax in a rush.
Sienna thought he must think she was so stupidly innocent and young when she went off like a rocket from just a few touches and twitches to her core. On the edge of a bathtub, no less.
No one had ever really spent time exploring her body, adoring it the way he just did. He worked her as if he had known her for years. Carson knew exactly what to do, how much pressure, where to touch a little rougher or a little softer, until she screamed his name in ecstasy. Although she wasn’t sure if it was the intimate touch or the adoration she saw in Carson’s expression that put her over the edge.
Sienna was once again ashamed of her lack of experience and lowered her gaze to the bathroom tile. Carson, always appearing to be in tune with her thoughts, seemed to understand. He didn’t give her a free minute to try to talk or explain. Not allowing her any time to be ashamed in the guilty pleasure he gave her, he helped Sienna into the tub so that the soft bubbles and warm water could envelop her. He tipped her face to his with a gentle hand on her chin, and said, “Just relax.”
With those two words, he stood up and disappeared down the hall to retrieve a cup of coffee for her. He already knew how she took it, with one sugar and a drop of cream, from their botched casino trip. He was the first man to know. Except for Asher, but he didn’t count.
Sienna sank into the water, closing her eyes and breathing in her own arousal and orgasm. The scent permeated the bathroom. It smelled like heaven to her, to take in her own sensual scent. It reminded her she was alive, experiencing some of the best parts of life for the first time.
Carson came back and sat on the side of the tub with their drinks. He pulled his shirt off, reached over for the soap, and started lathering Sienna. Another first. Ever.
Sienna could no longer think about anything except for Carson. He was everywhere, surrounding her with his masculine musk, touching, feeling, caressing, and commanding every emotion she had hidden deep within her. She never wanted to leave the tub.
She was in a dreamlike state when he whispered, “You’re so beautiful inside and out, Sienna.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” she admitted. “You’re so beautiful to me, too, but I don’t think you say that to a man.”
Carson smiled, his dimple making an appearance just for her, warming her heart. “I don’t know whether it’s right or wrong, because connecting with someone on this level is not something I’ve done, but I like hearing it, feminine or not.”
She sank deeper in the tub, wishing she could hide. “We’re sort of connecting pretty fast. At least, I think this is fast, and I guess I’m sort of embarrassed by it all,” she said as he continued to soap her whole body, massaging down the front of her chest, paying close attention to her breasts.
When did I become close enough to someone to allow them to do this?
The way Carson was washing her while speaking hushed words and declarations was the most intimate experience she ever had.
Carson gave her a speculative look, then murmured, “Yes, pretty fast. It feels right, though. Nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, and the fact that this is new for you makes it even better for me.” He dropped the soap and leaned in for a kiss. When she felt his hands weave through her damp hair, she placed hers around his neck, and rubbed a thumb along his hairline.
He moaned.
Lost in the sound of his desire for her, Sienna didn’t immediately notice Carson was rinsing her, helping her out of the tub, drying and bundling her in a towel, and carrying her to the bed, where he ravaged her with his hands, mouth, and tongue all over again.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced before; no part of her body was left undiscovered. Carson’s mouth started on her breasts, licking, lightly teasing with his tongue, and mapping them with his feathery breath before traveling below. Completely dedicated to pleasing her until his name was the only word her mouth could form, and she was pulling his hair with reckless abandon.
When it was all over and she was coming down from her second high of the night, Sienna lay perfectly still with tremors quaking through her spine, unsure how she was going to escape. The notion of leaving whatever this was between the two of them became even more removed as Carson pulled a condom out of his pocket while seeking silent approval that she was ready for that step.