“I believe you’re overdressed, mate,” she offered coquettishly. “I’ll get the water started.”
That sexy growl of his sounded behind her, making her grin and put a little hop in her step as she entered the bathroom and opened the glass door to do as she’d said. She listened for a moment to the sounds of him stripping, and when she heard his footsteps again, she moved under the cascade of hot water.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, enjoying the feel of it over her skin. She turned and leaned her head back, wetting her hair and moaning again at how good it felt.
“Should I be jealous of the water?” he asked.
Diane giggled, but the sound died in her throat when she opened her eyes and took in the heated gaze on her mate’s face. It made the water seem chilly in comparison.
“Grab the sponge you have hanging there and put your body wash on it for me,” he commanded.
She did as he said, turning and grabbing it, going through the motions by rote as he moved in closer behind her. She felt the brush of his cock against her back and wanted nothing more than to bend forward and beg him to take her.
“No,” he whispered, reaching over her shoulder and taking the soapy sponge from her hand. “Stay standing. Just like this.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he went to his knees behind her. She moaned over and over again as he went about washing her from the bottom of her feet, which he had her lift one by one, all the way to the tops of her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on the crown of her head before leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Turn around,” he crooned and his firm hands gripped her waist to help her. His gaze skimmed over her front before meeting hers. There was a smile on his lips that was reflected in his eyes. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “Let’s finish getting you clean.”
His hands were magic as he took his time rubbing the sponge over her skin, following each glide with the brush of his knuckles. He paid close attention to her breasts and nipples, washing until they stood out in hard, swollen points just begging for more. He dropped to his knees again before washing her stomach, down over her thighs and lower to her feet. He lifted each foot, placing it on his thigh as he took extra care with her toes.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, working his hands back up the inside of her thighs, leaving a soapy trail. “I want to start at your toes and suck each of them into my mouth. Then I want to lick and suck my way up both your legs until I reach this.” His hands stopped at the inside of her thighs, fingers on her legs, knuckles brushing the plumped lips of her sex. “I want to lick here, taste this part of you thoroughly.” His fingers traced over and over in the crease where her thighs met her pelvis. “Until you’re so hot and wet you’re begging me to thrust my tongue inside you.”
“Yes,” she pleaded, wanting that now.
He slipped the sponge over her instead, and she’d never been so close to orgasm when using it before.
“Zane,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Shhh,” he crooned and dropped a chaste kiss at the apex of her thighs, too far above where she wanted to feel his mouth. “Clean first. Then we’ll get dirty.”
She cried out as his finger grazed her clitoris, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her. He rose to his feet, eyes hot and filled with carnal promise. He maneuvered her so the water could rinse her front. Reaching over her again, he took the shampoo.
“Let me wash your hair.”
His fingers felt so good against her skull, massaging and making her groan with pleasure. He shifted her again, standing so close her breasts brushed his chest and his cock pulsed against her stomach while he rinsed her.
“Conditioner,” he said, turning her once more.
He was going to kill her. She would expire in a pool of sexual desire and flow down the drain like the soapy water. His control was so much greater than hers. She wanted him, now, this moment, and she didn’t care how clean they were.
“There.” His lips brushed her temple after he rinsed out the conditioner. “All clean.” His hands cradled her hips, and he switched them until he was under the water. “Step out and dry off.”
She blinked her eyes wide. “What?”
She wanted to wash him.
“I’m going to wash up and join you in just a moment.”
“But—”
“I’m hanging on by a thread here, Diane. I want you, and I’m damn close to slamming you against this wall and taking.”
“Okay,” she whispered in agreement, and his lips quirked up in a smile.
“No, not okay. You’re my mate.” His fingers caressed her cheek. “I want to make love to you, over and over again. I want to take you on the bed out there. I want to love you like your first time should have been.”