Suddenly he tore his mouth away from her breasts, panting harshly as he eased her away. “We are not doing this here.” His hands grasped her waist and propelled her upward as he shifted his legs beneath him. He opened the drain and turned on the long-handled sprayer, quickly rinsing the sudsy residue from both their bodies. Then he snatched one of the towels off the rack as he stepped out onto the thick bath mat.
“Maybe I wanted to play in the tub.” She pouted, feeling wonderfully playful and free.
He lifted her over the side and shook out the other towel. “We were headed toward another fast and frantic ride and that wouldn’t have fulfilled my promise.” Starting with her shoulders, he dried her body with slow, caressing strokes. “I’m going to explore every inch of your soft body with my fingers and my mouth.” He moved behind her, brushing the towel along her spine and over her bottom. The gentle slide of his hands made the mental picture seem all the more graphic. “I’ll make you wet and desperate for my cock.” He whispered the claim into her ear as his hand eased between her thighs, separated from her sex by the plush towel. “You’ll wiggle and beg and come over and over until you’re mindless and wild.” The towel moved against her, priming her body for the things he described. “Only then will I fill you.” He reached around and slowly drew the towel out in front. The slow drag of the material against her sensitive folds made her gasp and tense. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip and produced a knee-melting smile. “You’ll be so weak when we’re finished, you’ll sleep for a week.”
Her snappy rejoinder deserted her as he leaned down and licked her lips. The action was so unexpected and so feline, it was all she could do to keep her legs beneath her. “Fast and frantic” had just about blown her mind. How in the world would she survive a prolonged assault on her senses?
Dropping the towel to the floor, he took her by the hand and led her back into the bedroom. Moonlight spilling in from the windows was the only source of illumination and it took her eyes a second to adjust. He pulled the bedding down and folded it neatly over the foot of the bed. Then he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
“Any last requests?” He wiggled his eyebrows and made the question sound very dramatic.
She laughed and raised her arms, already missing the warmth of his body. He spread out on his side and slipped one arm beneath her neck. “Some women look best when they’re all dolled up. You look amazing with no makeup and your hair wild about your face.”
“You would know.” She smiled, warmed by the praise. “I certainly haven’t been at my best since I met you.”
“I disagree.” He ran his index finger along her jaw then down the side of her neck and onto the ridge of one collarbone. “I think you’ve been in your natural environment since we met. You just didn’t know it until now.”
His warm fingers cupped her breast as his lips slanted over hers. She raised one hand to the back of his neck and opened for the slide of his tongue. He was determined to go slow and easy, but already anxious energy thrummed through her body. She wanted him over her and in her, pressing her down into the bed as his hips moved strongly between her thighs.
As if sensing her longing, he crawled on top of her and settled on his knees between her legs. She bent her knees and opened wider, hoping he’d accept her invitation. His hand skimmed over her breasts, pausing every now and then to squeeze her nipples, but he made no move to enter her, kept his hips well back from hers.
The kiss deepened, his tongue boldly exploring her mouth. She clutched his shoulders, enjoying the bunch and flex of his muscles beneath her fingers. Heat spiraled through her body coalescing between her thighs. She wanted him there, inside her, sliding in and out, filling the emptiness.
Instead he kissed his way down her neck, tingles trailing in the wake of his lips. His warm breath wafted against her skin as his teeth gently scraped. She shifted restlessly beneath him, needing more specific touches. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tried to guide his mouth to her breast, to her waiting nipples.
He wouldn’t be rushed. With a deep chuckle, he licked and slightly sucked on the swell of her breasts, intentionally avoiding the needy tips. She tried to relax and enjoy the softer sensations, but each time her arousal ebbed, he brushed his thumb over her nipple or “accidently” brushed against her with his tongue.
“You’re such a tease,” she grumbled, and raised her arms over her head, knowing she had no choice but to accept what he gave her.
A low, sexy growl vibrated his throat. She looked into his eyes as he reacted to her words, or was it her submissive position? She’d thought his need to control her last night had been part of his ravenous hunger. He’d promised to give her anything she wanted tonight, but what if she wasn’t sure what she wanted? She’d always thought that submission equaled weakness, that any woman who would allow a man to overpower her during sex didn’t think much of herself. So why had she found more pleasure while she was at Kyle’s command than during all of her other experiences combined?