That makes him smile. Sean glances down at me in his arms. He steps into the marble bathroom and stops. He doesn’t put my down. Looking into my eyes, he asks, “Is there anywhere else that little tongue of yours wants to go.”
A mad blush turns my cheeks red. I don’t know where it came from or why it happened. I bury my face in his shoulder, trying to hide. He laughs, “Apparently, so.”
He steps over the side of the massive tub with me in his arms. I cling to Sean, hoping that he’s more surefooted then me. I would have slipped. Sean plants both feet in the bottom of the tub and lowers me into the water, before sitting down himself. The tub is large enough to be a small pool. If I lay down, I could float and still have room before bumping into the walls. Sean sits opposite me and presses the button for the jets. He takes my hand with the bracelet and lowers it into the water.
“When I first saw you running down the side of the road, chasing your car, I never dreamed I’d end up doing this with you.” His eyes are hungry again, like he can’t get enough of me. “What did you think of me?”
I look at the froth on top of the water and say, “I thought you were hot and that I didn’t have time for things like this. If someone told me that I’d be in bed with you tonight, I would have laughed my head off.”
The thing is, I don’t feel like laughing. I’m a call girl. This isn’t real. This isn’t what I wanted. I did what I had to do and was lucky enough to get him for a client.
CHAPTER 14
When I lift my gaze, it’s like Sean can tell that shame is choking me. It’s the first time since we had sex that I can really think clearly. That happy feeling has dissipated and all that’s left is doubt. My stomach twists and I can’t look at him.
Sean seems to sense it. He moves across the tub and takes me in his arms, kissing my temple after he does it. I lie against him for a moment and feel safe. How fucked up am I? This man won’t protect me. He bought me. He’s as screwed up as I am. Sean holds me close.
His voice is perfect, rich and caring, “Don’t think about anything, right now.” His hands grip the back of my head and he massages my scalp. It makes my brain slow. The thoughts that are flooding through my mind disappear when he pulls me onto his lap. At first, my legs are off to the side.
Sean holds me, stroking my head and doesn’t let go. His other hand holds my back, tracing the curve as it disappears below the waterline. I stare at the wall, not thinking, just breathing. My head is against his chest listening to the sound of his heart. It comforts me. I don’t think about what I’ve done. I pretend this is a date. I pretend that the affection between us is two-directional, that I’m not the only one who feels something. It’s easier that way. I know that when I go back to the dorm, guilt is going to crash into me hard. I try to steel myself, but some things are impossible. There’s no way to brace my heart for something like this, something that feels real but is no more substantial than vapor.
My throat tightens as I think. My body must tense, because Sean whispers in my ear, “Miss Smith, I don’t know if you’re aware of this or not, but you are a very beautiful woman and I’m lucky to have you as my lover.”
I can’t help it. I smile against his chest. I decide to stop thinking. I’ll follow my instincts. I finally cave into my obsession with his shoulders. I trace my finger along that spot, that perfect spot that I want to nibble. I press a kiss to his chest, over his heart. Sean stiffens, but I don’t notice. I don’t see the look in his eye, the way the pain shoots beneath the surface.
I’m too distracted. I trail the kisses to his neck, and shift so that I’m straddling him, kneeling over his lap so that I can slide my tongue along his shoulder. When I do it, my body flames to life again and any lingering thoughts are lost beneath a wave of desire. My breasts press into him as I lick his skin. Since we are both wet, his skin is slick and they slide as I rise out of the water to reach his shoulders.
Sean tilts his head to the side and moans my name as I do it. I trace my tongue over the rise and fall of his muscles, slowly licking and kissing his smooth skin. Sean’s hands travel down my back and he cups my butt gently. Desire is building inside of me again. I slide my breasts against him, tracing the lines of his shoulders, pressing my lips to his damp skin. When I move to settle onto his lap, he’s hard. Looking into his eyes, I slowly lower myself onto him. He’s so hard and sharp. The sensations that shoot through me as I do it are divine. The soreness doesn’t prevent me from taking him all the way in. If anything, it reminds me of that cloud of lust that filled my mind from last time I came. Sean’s gaze remains locked with mine. He gasps as I take him in, his hands still on the curve of my hips, guiding me.