Helpless to hide her body’s reaction, she clasped his upper arms and rocked her hips, imagining how much better it would feel once his cock was deep inside her.
“Are you sure you want to wait?” he whispered against the fullness of her breast.
“Yes.” The word slipped out as her core clenched in adamant protest.
“All right. Then I’ll just touch you.” He slipped one hand between her thighs.
She trembled with the first brush of his fingertips, needing him so badly it hurt. “Yes.” She gasped and rotated her hips, trying to guide his touch to her needy clit. It had been so long since a lover touched her, so long since she’d felt desired. Just a few careful strokes and she was sure to go off.
“Is this what you want?” His thumb lightly circled the ultrasensitive bud and sensations pulsed through her abdomen.
She clasped his shoulders and nodded, unable to speak.
“Or would you rather have this?” He pushed his fingers into her aching passage but did nothing more.
Lust crashed over her, making her bold. “Both. Please, just touch me.”
“Look at me.”
She met his gaze, startled by the possessive intensity she saw in his expression. He looked as if he were about to devour her, ravish and claim her. And she was oh so ready for whatever he had in store.
“Don’t close your eyes. I want to watch you come.”
In answer, she moved her legs farther apart and rested both hands on his shoulders. He pulled his hand back, drawing his fingers out before pushing them deep again. She gasped and squeezed him with her inner muscles, grateful for the fullness.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered as his hand found a careful rhythm. He rested his thumb on her clit, allowing the slide of his hand to create an up-and-down motion across the small knot of nerves.
Her back arched and her breasts quivered as pressure gathered between her thighs. Abandoning his shoulders, she explored the firm muscles of his arms and chest. He felt wonderful, hot and hard, and the knowledge that she now had the right to touch him filled her with feminine power. She wanted to excite him with her hands and her mouth then watch him lose control.
His free hand caught her hair again and brought her face closer to his. “Stop touching me. Feel my fingers inside you. Accept pleasure from my touch.” His tone was autocratic yet dark, almost smoky.
Rather than ignite rebellion as orders usually did, she found herself relaxing, surrendering—submitting. The last word made her tremble. Therian females were expected to submit, to obey, but she had never found the concept appealing before.
“Better.” He smiled and warmth filled his gaze. His face lowered slowly until their lips barely touched. Their eyes were still open and she found the probing intimacy of his unwavering gaze unnerving. “I will never hurt you, never betray you and never underestimate your worth.”
His whispered words sent a rush of longing through her. All her life she’d ached for that sort of acceptance, that sort of trust. She felt open, vulnerable, naked as she had never been before.
He kissed her tenderly while his touch became more demanding. His hand slipped free of her hair and he circled her back, steadying her as he thrust harder and faster. She welcomed each penetration with a firm squeeze and let the pleasure flow. Tighter it wound and higher she climbed until he triggered the end with a firm flick of his thumb.
She shuddered in his arms, crying out into his mouth as the orgasm rippled through her. His mouth never left hers and he prolonged each amazing spasm with his thumb. Then he lifted her and guided her back until she floated on the water. Replete and slightly dazed from the shattering climax, she didn’t immediately realize what he was doing. He scooted to the edge of the bench and draped her legs over his shoulders.
“Wait.” She lifted her head but her body started to sink.
“Relax,” he ordered, supporting her until she returned to her floating position. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled her closer, drawing her hips just out of the water. Then his lips settled over her sex and his tongue traced her slit, teasing and caressing until he found her clit.
This was so decadent, floating naked beneath the cloudless sky while his mouth—
He tore away from her so fast she momentarily went under. She heard the crack of gunfire and then Jake leapt from the spa, coiled strength propelling him onto the deck without even touching a bench. Knowing only a dire emergency would cause such an aggressive reaction, she silently broke the surface, heart thundering in her chest.
She heard a muffled curse, a grunt and then the unmistakable smack of flesh on flesh. She couldn’t see who was fighting without exposing herself to further danger—or just exposing herself. Another loud smack was followed by a high-pitched cry. That sounded like a woman. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Heather rested her forearms on the bench and pushed up just far enough to peer over the edge of the spa.