Gold(42)

But as hot as the water was, his hands were like liquid fire as they began to move over her, thoughtfully caressing every inch. The thick foam of the bubbles and the powerful aroma of lavender flowers permeated the air around her, adding to the ambience as his slick hands explored.

It was as if he were memorizing the feel of her. A tiny shock of pleasure went through her as his hands found her breasts, squeezing them and making the water ripple around her, but not lingering as he moved to her hips, gently playing with her stomach and pressing a single finger into her belly button.

After that, his hand made a trail to her back, making her spine tingle and arch as he ran the entire length down to her hips. She saw him grin a little as he squeezed, making her blush, but too overwhelmed by the raw, sensual heat of the moment to be able to care.

Ella scooted closer, wanting to touch him while his hands moved down to her thighs, teasing the insides and making her ache for more deep within.

His own body, surrounded by water, was just as tight as she remembered, his taut muscles slick and sensual and glistening.

As his hand moved to her center, playing between her folds and around her clit, she felt hard muscle encased in velvet skin as she grabbed his arms, the sensation of it all almost overwhelming her.

Dante’s other hand came around her back, pulling her closer and into his lap. She had a second’s hesitation, but when he stopped all pressure, she relaxed, moving onto him of her own volition. Realizing how amazing this felt when it was her choice.

He gave her a reassuring smile. “You all right?”

“Better than all right,” she said. “Don’t stop. More.” She was hungry for him. For everything she’d been missing out on while hiding from romance and focusing on her job.

He flicked his finger against her clit, pulling a moan from her mouth.

“So beautiful,” Dante murmured, moving around softly.

Ella closed her eyes, awash in a sea of pleasure and sensory stimulation so powerful she could focus on nothing else. Then she felt Dante’s lips on her breast, just above the water, the touch a sensual contrast to the feverish excitement he built within her between her legs.

But Dante wasn’t rushing, which made it all the more sensual.

With intentional, agonizing deliberateness, he stroked his finger over her clit again and again. She could feel every ridge, every accentuation of his digit, his fingerprint as it passed over her center. And as he did, he slowly licked and kissed at her breasts, making a circle around one nipple with his perfectly timed tongue, then moving to the other before she could get too heated.

It was as if he were trying to make her come harder than she ever had before. The delay was erotic and frustrating, so hot it blew her mind yet so careful she wanted to go faster so the incredible fire burning within her could abate, if even for a second.

“Can I feel inside you?” he asked.

She thought about it. She’d never had anyone do that. But looking into his gorgeous golden eyes, she felt safe. “Yes.”

She pressed her hips toward him and felt his finger gently slip inside. Somehow, that added a whole new level of want to the situation.

Ella arched slightly, leaning against his hand on her back as she explored the intense sensation. It grew more powerful as he hooked his finger slightly, rubbing a specific spot that made lightning go up her spine. The hot water, the light feel of bubbles popping around her, his other hand holding her steady amidst it was all just so perfect it defied description.

She felt Dante’s hair, wet from the tub, tickling her skin as he placed several deep, delicious kisses at the base of her neck. Instinctively, she brought a hand to the back of his head, running a hand between his thick, blond locks even as he continued to stroke inside her with one, then two fingers.

When she felt something jolt through her as tension inside her began to reach an unbearable level, her hand gripped his hair, holding on for dear life.

“That’s it. Hold on to me. Look at me. Only me, Ella,” Dante said possessively, his warm breath coursing over the heated, wet skin of her neck and shoulders.

“Only for you, Dante. Only ever for you,” she replied, too caught up in the passion to care how intense that sounded. Right now, it matched how she felt.

She’d never before experienced pleasure like this, and she was quite sure that nobody else would ever be able to make her feel the way he did.

Ella didn’t know if it was the water or just her body’s response to such pleasure, but she felt she was getting warmer by the second. As if the tub water was getting even warmer from their lovemaking.

His fingers went faster inside her, taking less time between strokes, and her entire body felt alight with fire, every nerve poised on the brink of complete release.