Splendor(72)

She felt her cheeks grow warm as she gazed up at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I – um, did that.”

“Hush.” He gave her a lingering kiss. “Remember, the word sorry is no longer in your vocabulary. And I wasn’t complaining Tessa. Far from it. I’d love nothing better than to wake up with you snuggled against me every day. I was just marveling at what an affectionate little thing you are.”

Tessa went to him eagerly as he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his opulent bathroom. She was delighted to discover the floors had radiant heating, which helped to keep her nude body warm as Ian turned on the shower taps and gathered up towels.

Once inside the huge granite shower that boasted dual showerheads, Ian wasted no time in pulling her into his arms. He backed her against the wall, his voice rough as he asked, “Is this going to be another first for you?”

She shivered despite the blissful warmth of the shower spray. “Yes.”

“Good.” He nipped her earlobe teasingly. “You might have to make a list for me.”

Tessa groaned as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass. “It might be a long list.”

His lips moved down the side of her throat. “I was hoping you’d say that. And I’d be very happy to add anything you might forget to that list.”

He released her momentarily so that they could each wash their hair. Tessa was surprised to find the same shampoo and conditioner that the stylist at Neiman Marcus had used yesterday, but didn’t question the coincidence.

She had just rinsed out her long hair when Ian came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his massive erection pressing against the cleft of her buttocks. His soapy hands palmed her breasts, drawing a sigh from her throat, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he tugged at her nipples.

“Let’s make sure you’re clean all over, shall we?” he whispered in her ear, just before his soap-slicked fingers thrust deep inside her moist, swollen sex.

Tessa feared her legs might have given out from under her had he not been holding her up. “Ohhh.” Her breath expelled in a long, low wave as his talented fingers continued to arouse her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit.

“I love how tight you are,” he crooned, slowly withdrawing his fingers only to replace them with the tip of his fully engorged penis. “How it feels like you can’t possibly take all of me but yet you do anyway. How this sweet, hot pussy sucks me in.”

She whimpered as he eased inside of her one long inch at a time, her breasts being crushed against the slippery granite shower wall, and she felt surrounded by his tall, strong body.

“Ah, oh, God,” she cried as he thrust all the way inside of her.

He wasn’t gentle with her this morning, and she loved this rougher, more primitive side of him. She braced her palms against the wall as he gripped her hips, pounding into her fiercely. Even above the sound of the streaming water she could hear how hard he was breathing, as well as the words he growled in her ear, praising her, encouraging her, urging her on.

“That’s my beautiful girl. Yes, love, ah, you feel so damned good. I could stay buried inside you like this for hours. Come for me now, Tessa, let yourself go. Ah, yes, just like that.”

She emitted a high-pitched wail as she came powerfully, this orgasm stronger than any of the others he’d given her so far. She was barely aware when Ian bit her shoulder as he, too, found his release, slapping his hand against the wall to hold himself up.

He insisted on drying her off, even though she feebly protested she could do it herself. He wrapped her up in the same sort of plush, cream colored bath sheet that he’d draped around his own hips.

“I have something for you, Tessa,” he said, handing her an incredibly soft pearl gray garment. “The tags are still intact so if you don’t like it we can exchange it for something else.”

The robe was gorgeous and fit her perfectly, exquisitely warm against her bare skin. “It’s beautiful, Ian. I love it,” she told him sincerely. “But you’ve already done too much for me.”

“I’ve barely begun to spoil you the way I intend to. I have some other things for you as well. Come have a look.”

As he took her hand, she glanced down and almost fainted when she glimpsed the tag attached to the cuff of the robe. It was La Perla – a label she’d heard Gina and Alicia rave about on numerous occasions – and the price of the robe was $450. That was more than Tessa’s food budget plus the cost of her bus pass for an entire month combined, and she was stunned that he would spend so much on her for one simple item.