“Jack.”
“You were worried I’d think less of you.” Jack licked her shoulder. “That I’d think like they did, but I don’t. I’m gonna show you what I think of you.” He traced his hands down her arms, pinning hers against the wall. His fingers trailed over her arms, down her sides. He smiled at the shiver racing over her, the faint but distinct moan of pleasure an almost physical caress.
Hot water pulsed against his back as he worked his way down her back pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the pale flesh. He paused at the top of her scars, his tongue swirling across the flesh, drawing a shuddery moan.
He growled when he felt her hands come to rest on his shoulders, her fingers digging in. Jack wrapped his fingers around her wrists and moved them. He stood. Ignoring the water streaming onto the floor, he tugged on the bar of soap hanging on a hook next to the showerhead. Clumsy, one handed, he tugged it free.
He wrapped one end of the narrow cotton rope around Gillian’s wrist and slid the soap through the silver grab bars on the wall. Using his body, he nudged her away from the showerhead, the pulse of the shower on his back until she stood, braced against the wall. “Tell me if you want me to—”
“No.” Gillian shook her head quickly. “No, don’t stop. I know it’s you, know you won’t hurt me. I just want to be with you.”
Quickly, he slipped her other wrist behind her, giving her room to move but not enough for her to cover herself. The soft cotton of the rope slid over her damp skin, binding her in place with room to move, but just enough restriction to keep her from hiding.
“Jack, what on—”
“Shh.” He rested his finger on her lips and grinned. Having her trussed up had its advantages. “It’s my turn to play.” He pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips and slid his mouth along her jaw. His tongue darted out to lick at the flesh, tasting her. The faint bitterness of her body wash, the sweat beneath, the chlorine in the water, distractions before her sweetness lay heavy on his tongue.
Down her jaw, her throat, his teeth nipped at the pale flesh. Tongue laving the wound. Calloused hands cupping her breasts, thumbs painted them in slow, sensuous circles. Every whimper, every breathy moan went straight to his groin. Letting the water pound on his back, he inched down her body, lust thickening his blood with each passing second.
*
Gillian tugged on her bonds and bit her lip at the tiny shocks of desire racing over her. The soft cotton of the rope rubbed over her flesh, adding to the gentle caress of Jack’s tongue. She threw her head back and barely heard the strangled groan as pleasure washed over her.
Icy against her heated flesh, the tiles offered support as she leaned back. She could feel the hot water swirling around her toes, sliding between them. Wiggling them, she whimpered when Jack slid a hand down her side, his fingers dancing across sensitive flesh. She sucked in a desperate breath when he ghosted over a ticklish spot. Her body lurched when he nibbled it, his teeth sliding across her hip, followed by his tongue.
“Jack.” Whimpers of need escaped as she tugged on the bonds. “Please, I need—”
“To be quiet.” Jack gave her a sharp, quick nip to silence her.
The low, whiskey-smooth baritone shot through her, pooling low in her body. She could feel her pussy clench, her clit throbbing. Blinking, she squinted in the vague hope of seeing what he was doing when his touch abandoned her.
Lightening shot through her groin; her body arched at the first pulse of water on her clit. Gillian muffled a scream into her shoulder and her body trembled. Fire lapped along her nerves. The throbbing heat in her clit tightened the coil wrapping tighter and tighter along her nerves as he moved the showerhead.
“Let go, baby. Come for me.” Jack’s voice whispered in her ear. “You know you want to. Want to step over the edge. Your pussy’s so hot, so wet. I bet you’re just aching to have something in it, aren’t you?”
Gillian panted, tugging on her wrists, her fingers splayed as she struggled to free herself. She squeezed her legs together, the aching hollow sensation competing with the rhythmic beating of the water. Crying out when he touched her thigh, she shook her head at the subtle pressure.
Strong, unyielding, his fingers tightened on her leg, lifting it to rest her foot on the top of the tub. Gillian shook, her body on fire as she felt his fingers sliding through her swollen folds and into her hot depths. Her hips gyrated slowly, seeking his finger as he pulled back.
“You want me in you, don’t you?” Jack panted, thrusting his fingers against her. “Want to have my cock buried inside you. I want to see you come, Gilli. I need to see it. If you want me in you, want me to fuck you, then come for me, baby.”
Panting, her body torn between need and want, she shook her head. Her mangled scream filled the bathroom at the change in pressure of the pulsing water and his hand on her clit, his fingers sliding free of her beaver. “Yes.” rolling her hips, she thrust them forward, lost in the sensations as he lifted the hood off the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Come for me.” The rasp of stubble against her thigh added to her heightened awareness. She jerked in her bonds and moaned. So close. She could feel the tension building, the inferno roaring through her. His hot breath a second before his tongue rasped along the surface to send her crashing into the abyss.
Her breath caught in her lungs. Muscles clenched until they burned.
