God, yes! Please be my sex stud.
His mouth lay alongside her ear. “I’ll gladly be your sex stud.”
Her eyes popped open. “I said that out loud?”
“You sure did.” His magic hands didn’t skip a beat. “How’s that?” he whispered. “Pressure okay?”
“Perrrrrrfect.” Her hips might have bucked in response.
“You know,” he rumbled in that deep, panty-melting voice of his as he re-lathered and moved his hands over the rest of her body, “I looked for you after the wedding.”
This brought her out of her lust-filled daze. “Really?”
“Yep.” A low chuckle vibrated his chest. “Turns out it’s hard to find the right Lily when you don’t have a last name.” His hands slid between her legs.
Really, he was making it hard for her to keep a string of coherent thoughts together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be. I just wanted you to know I looked for you, that’s all.”
Back then, it had never occurred to her he would look for her because she’d assumed her one hot night was only one hot night for him too. She hadn’t counted on anything different—she hadn’t counted on Gage Nelson.
“And by the way?” he added.
She wriggled from his hold, rolled over, and parked her chin on his chest.
He tapped the end of her nose with his finger. “The wait was totally worth it.”
As expertly as his hands turned her body into putty, this man was doing the same to her heart, and a wave of something warm washed over her, igniting other parts of her.
Using his shoulders for leverage, she pulled herself up and straddled him. His eyes swept over her languidly, darkening with desire, while his hands stroked her sides. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
Oh my God, so are you. She ran her fingers over his ridged abdomen and carved chest, drinking in the sight of him while he drank her in.
“Maybe once or twice.” She pressed her soft curves against his hard angles and covered his stubbled neck and jaw with unhurried, open-mouthed kisses.
“Well, you are,” he sighed.
You sure make me feel that way. “Thank you. Now I’d be remiss if I didn’t give you as thorough a cleaning as you just gave me. Ready?”
Heat flashed in his eyes right before his lips crashed onto hers. Their tongues dueled, their hands roamed all over each other, and water splashed onto the floor as they grappled together, trying to gain purchase on slick porcelain.
He grasped her head and pulled her mouth away. “I’m not sure the tub’s so great right now,” he panted.
Still astride him, she pushed him back. “Well, maybe if you’d be a good stud and lie still, we could make this work to everyone’s satisfaction.”
A sly grin played on his face. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever her ladyship commands. Do your worst.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “How about my best?”
His hands gripped her hips. “Oh God, yeah. That too.”
She removed his hands from her hips and wagged a finger at him. “No touching.”
A skeptical eyebrow lifted to his hairline. “How’s that gonna wo—”
“And no talking.” She leaned down, pinning his arms, her breasts brushing his chest, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth before he could protest. She ran the tip of her tongue just inside his mouth, over his teeth and lips, then nibbled and nipped before kissing him greedily.
His chest heaved against hers, and she swayed over him so only her nipples brushed his skin, back and forth. His arms flexed, and she put more weight on them to hold them down. A growl rose in his throat. She teased him with her body and worshipped his mouth, sinking into its soft depths, and he let out a series of groans.
With light flicks of her tongue, she traced a path to his ear and whispered, “Behave.” This was met with a chuckle until she dragged her mouth down his neck, over his chest, and grazed each of his nipples with her teeth. He lifted himself higher out of the water, sending more splashing over the edge.
Now fully pressed against him, she worked her way down his body. His breathing grew more ragged, and she paused at his stomach, taking her sweet time tracing each of his blocky muscles with her tongue. Lingering to nibble his skin, she let out a few moans of her own. He squirmed, and his muscles twitched. But when she finally took him in her hand, in her mouth, his entire body shuddered to a stop. His eyes locked on hers. She cupped his balls, then licked every inch of him like an ice pop, swirling and sucking his length while he watched. He muttered something unintelligible and finally dropped his head back with a lung-emptying, “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”
His balls tightened, but before she could finish him off, he sat up and hauled her upright. Somehow, the water level had dropped to about a foot.
“I want to be inside you,” he gritted out.
Hands planted on the tub walls on either side of his head, she positioned herself above him. He stroked himself once, twice, then held himself in place.
He was breathing hard, and a jaw muscle jumped. “Ride me, beautiful Lily.”
She lowered herself gradually, fascinated by his contorted expressions as she took him in inch by sweet inch. His features cycled between concentration, frustration, and pure pleasure. Eyes half-lidded, hands clamped on her hips, he repeated her name in one long, continuous exhale as she started to move. It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
She willed herself to keep a slow rhythm, to prolong the exquisite torment, but her knees dug into the porcelain. His hands and powerful thrusts took over the pace, speeding up. Her moans turned to cries, and his groans became shouts. Her orgasm blasted through her body, shattering her into fragments. He followed right after, clutching her to him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Her heart beat double-time in sync with his, and her breathing was labored and uneven.
