That dense hot body behind her disappeared and she opened her eyes, blinking. She turned and saw him, washcloth in one hand, soap in the other. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He bowed his head. "Your valet awaits instructions, milady."
Kay rolled her eyes, opened her hands by her sides. "You may proceed."
"God, yeah." Nick wasn't able to hold that subservient expression for more than a minute. He stepped forward, cupping her neck with one hand, gliding the washcloth over her shoulder with the other. His hand was so sure, she allowed herself to relax into it, knowing he'd hold her up, knowing he wouldn't hurt her.
He kissed her, one of those ferocious Nick kisses that were another form of sex. Tongues and lips and teeth, and when she opened her eyes, all she could see was Nick. His face and broad shoulders in the periphery of her vision. Water was pouring down over both of them. They could have been under a waterfall, like in the movies. Well, since they were both naked, probably an X-rated one.
Who cared?
Nick's mouth moved to her neck, which last night she had discovered was a major erogenous zone, something she hadn't known before. All it took was Nick's mouth, his teeth nipping lightly, and she turned on like a light bulb whose switch had been thrown.
He took another step back and looked at her, really looked, head to toe. With any other man, Kay would have felt uncomfortable with that kind of scrutiny of her naked body, but it felt warm. And definitely approving. His dark eyes gleamed, a half smile on his face. He hadn't shaved and there was a definite five o'clock shadow-or whatever time it was-thing going on. It made him look slightly scruffy, dangerous.
The washcloth slid over her shoulders, down the center of her torso, down to the center of her. She made a sound that galvanized him. He tensed, watching her closely, gaze going from her eyes to her mouth and back again.
He slid the washcloth between her legs and waggled his hand. She obeyed the unspoken order and slid her legs apart.
The washcloth slid to the floor and it was now his hand that was stroking her, right … there.
"Milady likes?" he murmured, voice so low it barely carried over the sound of the falling water. She felt it in her belly more than heard it.
Softly, gently stroking, one finger barely inside her. He reached deeper. "You like that?" he repeated.
Kay breathed out slowly as her legs started shaking. He was fully erect now. Her hand closed over his penis and she pumped once, hard, base to tip and back. Nick's head went back and he gave a sound of pain. "I like it as much as you like this," she said, leaning forward to lightly bite his nipple.
"Oh Jesus. I wanted to play for a while." He picked her up with one arm and with the other hand, did something to the shower jet as he sat down on the bench with her straddled on his lap. The water continued streaming down, hot but not as hot as she felt.
"Closer," Nick murmured. His arms brought her closer, so her breasts were crushed against his chest and her sex was open against his erect penis. "That's it."
That was it. Kay locked her arms around his neck, loving the feeling of touching him all along her front. He bit her ear, lifted his lips, bit her neck, rubbing his penis against her open sex. God, it was almost as good as penetration. Every nerve ending was stimulated, the slow movement like honey.
She put her mouth to his ear. "Nick."
"Hmm?"
Another long, liquid stroke against her outer sex. Her thighs were trembling. She was close and he knew it.
"Come inside me," she whispered directly in his ear, and felt him shudder.
"A minute, I have to do something first."
She opened her mouth to protest and he kissed, hard and deep. If he thought he was going to win arguments by kissing her … he was probably right.
Another long, slow glide against her and she felt his finger, touching her exactly where he should be touching her, and it all coalesced. The fragrant steam, the falling water, Nick's mouth on hers, his careful touch where she was so sensitive.
Kay gasped in his mouth as the climax rolled over her and she contracted sharply against his hand. He lifted her high, positioned himself, and let her slowly slide down him, the effect electric while she was climaxing, so deep inside her that he felt like a part of her, the best part of her, holding her hard as he kissed her and kissed her. She felt utterly possessed.
The contractions slowed, stopped. She was sprawled on his lap, legs wide over his, so close she felt his crinkly pubic hairs brush against her.
There was no more strength as she slumped against him, held up by his arms and mouth and sex.