Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(190)
It was her turn to break away. She opened the shower door and turned on the water. As she did that he undid the hooks of her bra. It ended up on the pile, and they were both, finally, naked.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling behind her ear.
“You think so?”
“I do.”
She turned into his chest, at once liking that he was so tall, and wishing she didn’t have to look up so high to see his face. “You’re not bad yourself.”
With his hands on her shoulders he held her steady, looked at her with serious eyes. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“You think he can get in here? Into this room without you knowing about it?”
“No. But you can make me lose my concentration.”
“I can? Wow, I had no idea.”
“Just thinking about you in that little thong of yours…”
“I meant to ask you about that. Panty fetish?”
“Nope. Not that I’ve noticed. Before today, that is.”
“Ah, so it’s my panties that had you so rapt.”
He nodded. “Guess so.”
“I don’t understand why you’re not taken. I really don’t. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart. You’ve got that whole dark and dangerous thing going.”
“I told you. I can’t. Things are complicated.”
“You know what’s not complicated?”
“What?”
She kissed him again, only this time, she moved her hand down, fisting his hot erection. “Let’s get clean so we can get dirty,” she said, her mouth a scant inch from his. “Show me what you like. Teach me how to please you.”
“You already are,” he said, reaching behind her so he could open the shower door wide enough for both of them to get in.
The water was perfect and it hit them from three sides. Of course, the nozzles were adjusted to her height, but Boone didn’t seem to mind. He touched her back with both hands, rubbed her chest with his, the water and the heat making everything slick.
She reached for the soap, but he stopped her with his teeth on her neck. It was a very effective move, stilling her instantly. He growled as he held her there, his left hand moving down her stomach, between her legs.
He didn’t need the shower or the soap to make her wet and slick down there. His finger was large, blunt but practiced, as he explored her. First finding her clit, then sliding back until he pushed in, filling her so well she rose on her toes.
Now he held her with that finger, which was powerful motivation not to move. When he looked at her, she could barely see the green of his eyes, they were so dark with his excitement.
She wanted more than his finger. To let him know, she squeezed him, enough to make his eyebrows raise in surprise.
She gave him her most wicked look. “Oh, yeah.”
“Well, you’re going to have to wait.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
She coughed at his audacity. “And if I don’t want to?”
“I’ll enjoy the show.”
She snuck her hand between them and tweaked the hell out of his nipple.
“Hey, that hurt.”
“And there’s more where that came from, so watch your step, buddy.”
“You think you can take me?”
“I can try.”
The grin came slowly, as did the delight in his eyes. “You’re right. Let’s get clean and get the hell out of here. I want you on your back.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
She tweaked his other nipple. “’Cause I like to be on top.”
Boone grabbed her wrist. There was no possibility of her getting loose if he didn’t want her that way. Not that she minded. She might be hell on wheels when it came to business, but in the bedroom? She liked to be dominated. In the right way, of course. So far, Boone had the perfect balance.
She thought about the difference, last night to now. A lot had happened, and she’d been on an emotional roller coaster. He hadn’t missed a beat. Last night, he’d called it so right it was spooky. Tonight…Oh, yeah.
“What was that again?” he asked.
“I said, I like to be on top. If you can’t handle that, well, then I guess I won’t get clean at all.”
He spun her around and brought her back up against his body. She could feel how the game excited him. How he liked feeling his own strength. “If you won’t wash yourself, I guess I’ll have to.”
He reached behind her to the basket where she kept her sponges and bath soaps. He took the biggest of the sponges in his free hand and, still holding her, she knew he faced a dilemma. His solution was pretty ingenious, actually. He pulled his body away from hers far enough to put the sponge in the space. Then he got the soap, opened the top with his teeth, and squeezed enough for three baths onto the sponge.