Oh boy!
Gorgeous blue eyes locked on hers, and she began to question her intelligence, sensing she’d gotten herself in way over her head. Her skin prickled in warning. Her mind raced as her pulse pounded in her neck. Maybe she should have just kept this relationship platonic, because the way he’d pleasured her earlier, tapping into her fetishes to make it good for her, combined with the way he was touching her now, played havoc with her emotions. Cripes, she really had no idea how hard she’d fallen for him.
He must have sensed the shift in her. He stilled and hauled her in tighter; his gaze scanned her face. “Are you okay?” The soft cadence of her voice really got to her and the need in his eyes touched her soul.
Her glance roamed over his face in return, visually caressing him. She bit back a breathy moan as desire to have him now, tomorrow and forever slammed into her. Oh God, she wanted him so much it scared her. Jesus, what the hell had she gone and done? She pushed those thoughts to the far corner of her mind, determined to make every moment with Christian count. She conjured a smile. “Perfect,” she murmured, striving for normalcy.
He smiled and the gleam in his eyes held all sorts of promise. “Good.” He slipped his arm around her waist and ushered her down the hall. Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the hot spray and glanced at her. His eyes softened and filled with pure adoration as they perused her face. He let out a slow breath. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”
Their mouths met for a soul-searching kiss. As his lips teased hers open, warmth spread over her skin. Their tongues joined and tangled, both taking and giving in tandem. His hands roamed her body, introducing himself to her slowly this time, as he gently removed her clothes. Emotions and sensations ripped through her.
“God, I want you so much,” he whispered into her mouth and feathered the back of his fingers over her cheek.
His words played some mysterious alchemy with her senses and she shivered under his touch. She worked to find her voice. “I want you too, Christian.”
Her admission brought a smile to his face. With that he tore off his own clothes and pulled her into the shower. The hot water felt glorious against her naked body, but not nearly as glorious as his calloused hands felt.
Gaze locked on hers, he soaped his hands and eased her knees apart. He lightly brushed soothing fingers over her pussy and sent her a look of intimacy and promise. “Are you sore?”
The concern in his eyes and his light caresses became her undoing. Overwhelmed by his tenderness and entirely lost in the moment she sagged against him. “Maybe just a little,” she admitted honestly. With a deep ache of desire urging her on, she swayed her hips, rubbing her pussy against him.
He brushed her wet bangs from her forehead and grinned. “Then when we’re done here, I’ll have to kiss you better.” His voice dripped with desire and brought on a shudder.
Warms hands soaped and caressed her body, so achingly tender it was all she could do to keep herself upright. His touch felt more emotional than physical, different from their wild coupling in the courtyard, but just as powerful.
Ensconced in silence, they spent a long moment just touching each other, taking their time to get to know one another intimately. She palmed his muscles, washing his body in return. She scraped her nipples over his chest as her hands trailed lower, to grip his hard cock. When she gave a little squeeze, his nostrils flared and she sensed it was all he could take.
“Goddammit, Taylor,” he groaned, longing coloring his voice. “I need you in my bed. Now.”
A fresh wave of moisture erupted in her pussy and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” she cooed, her words coming out breathy.
Christian turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, scooped her into his arms and carried her to his room. Smiling, he laid her across his bed.
He threaded his fingers through his hair as he spent a long time looking at her. “Spread your legs, baby.” All humor disappeared from his eyes. He licked his lips as he inhaled her aroused scent. He lowered his voice. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
Achy to feel his cock inside her—everywhere, Taylor obliged. When he nodded his approval, she decided to tease him a bit. She slipped her hand between her thighs, remembering just how much he seemed to like that. She pulled open her lips and stroked her clit. “Mmm, I love how soft my pussy feels.”
Christian growled. “And I love how it tastes.” He climbed between her legs. He widened her thighs and dipped his head. The minute his warm tongue touched her sex, her thoughts fragmented. She gripped the bed sheets and arched into him, driving his tongue in deeper. His intimate, erotic strokes went right though her, touching her so profoundly she thought she’d die of pleasure.
“I love when you to make love to me with your tongue.” She bucked against him, frenzied with need.
“You are so hot and wild, Taylor.” Christian pushed a finger inside her, stirring her desires.
“Yes,” she cried out, her head falling to the side. It amazed her how well Christian knew her body, how attuned he was to her needs and how he knew just where to touch her to drive her over the edge. He spent a long time between her legs, licking and sucking and kissing her with his tongue and fingers. She watched him with the instinctive knowledge that Christian was the only man capable of extinguishing the flames inside her. Her pussy muscles began rippling, her breathing grew shallow.
“That’s my girl. Let me taste your sweetness.” As his soft voice slid over her skin,
