“Ava, you look fucking amazing.” His unrestrained movements get the better of him and he moans, falling to his knees in the water and letting out a suppressed bark.
I move my hand immediately when his head falls between my thighs and his mouth takes over, while he continues to work himself in front of me. The warmth of his lips all over my sex pushes me that little bit further into ecstasy. I’m yanking at his hair, pushing him farther into me. I’m going to burst at the seams with pleasure.
And then I do.
My thighs clamp to the sides of his head as I let go on an elongated shudder of comforting bliss and a heavy rush of air. My lungs burst. I go lax. He rolls and laps gently, softly flicking his tongue, and then works his way up my body until he finds my mouth. He pulls me down to my knees and takes my hand, replacing his with mine around his steel shaft. He hasn’t come. “My turn,” he whispers. “Hold it against you.”
The wet tip of him meets my clit, pushing against me, taking the edge off the persistent buzz. I take over, holding him lightly and massaging him to climax. His hands are free now, and they are encasing my neck, holding my head firm as he works my mouth with the same care as I’m working him with my hand. This isn’t urgent and frenzied. This is controlled and relaxed. He can control it so much better than I can.
“Just keep it like that,” he mumbles into my mouth. “I could stay like this forever.”
“I love you.” I don’t know why I feel the need to say this now, but I do anyway.
His tongue sweeps gently through my mouth. He pulls back, he plays with my lips, and then he’s back in my mouth, flirting with my tongue. And the whole time, I just soak up his attention and keep up my seduction of his velvet hardness against me. It’s working me down perfectly and working him up just as well. “I know,” he murmurs, and with a small whimper and hardening of his kiss, he comes, the hot essence of him pouring all over me as he throbs in my hold and moans around our kiss.
After I’ve worked him slowly down, he sits on his heels, pulling me onto his lap. “Are you cold?”
“A little.” I shrug and seek warmth by pushing myself into him.
“My lady’s tired.” He kisses my nose. “Snuggle?”
I nod, and he lifts me from the bath. We dry each other off in silence and find our way to the bed, falling in together and immediately finding our snuggle places—him on his back, me spread all over his chest, my face in his neck and his hands running all over me.
“I’ll never love one more than the other,” he proclaims quietly.
I don’t answer him. Instead, I kiss his neck and snuggle deeper.
Chapter Twenty-one
I could lie here forever, just watching him sleep, the peaceful streams of air intermittently reaching my face, reinforcing the deep sense of belonging inside of me. The tender placing of his palm on my tummy is strengthening my love for this man. And the close perfection of his body is swelling my desire for his touch. There are a million things about this man that make me despair, but there are endless things that make me adore him. Some of those despairing things I even adore.
Unable to resist, I reach forward and run my thumb down his stubbled cheek and onto his parted lips, smiling as he twitches a little and then sighs and settles again, his hand on my belly unconsciously starting to circle. The flawlessness of his beautiful face will amaze me until the day I die—his lightly tanned skin, his almost girly long lashes, the faint crease across his brow. It would take me a lifetime to run through all his stunning features. My devastating man, in all of his challenging ways.
My wandering hand floats across his face; my fingertip traces the taut flesh of his throat and my palm skims his solid chest. I sigh, all dreamy and content as I spend this quiet time exploring his body and face.
“Have you finished feeling me up?” His rough voice drags me from my daydreaming, my hand pausing on his scar. His eyes remain closed.
“No, just be still and silent,” I order quietly, carrying on with my fondling.
“Anything you say, lady.”
I grin and lean forward, hovering my lips over his. “Good boy.”
His closed lids flicker and the corners of his mouth blatantly restrain a smirk. “What if I want to be a bad boy?” One of his eyes opens cheekily.
Nothing will prevent me from smiling at that face. “Morning.”
He moves too fast. I’m on my back and pinned under his body in a nanosecond, my arms held over my head. I don’t even have time to register his attack or let out a squeal of shock. “Someone has sleepy sex on their mind.”
“No, I have Jesse Ward on my mind, which means I also have various degrees of fuckings on my mind.”