“Most of it. What I couldn’t do I hired someone to do for me but yeah. I know how to lay tile, electrical stuff, I can use a saw.” He shrugged, a little smile on his face. “When I was younger I worked for a construction company during the off season.”
She glanced about the room, loving the colors, impressed with the tile work, the light fixtures, all of it. “And you chose the colors, too? Or did you hire an interior designer?”
“I did pretty much everything myself.”
Okay he couldn’t get any more perfect if he tried and that thought was scary. No man could be this perfect, this talented, this sweet. Not to mention he was so good in bed.
“I’m impressed.” That was the understatement of the year.
Justin shrugged again, his shoulders gleaming with water, drawing her gaze to them. She really liked those shoulders, had the urge to drift over and touch them, run her hands over them and press her mouth to his warm skin. “I like working with my hands.”
And they were by far the most spectacular hands she’d ever had touching her.
Giving in to her urge, she went to him, her body gliding in the water and she slid herself on top of him, sitting in his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy settling against his firm stomach and his rapidly hardening cock nudged her ass.
“I like a man who works with his hands,” she murmured just before kissing him, delving her tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, those wonderful hands smoothing over her skin, settling on her buttocks and massaging her.
Just like that, she wanted him. Like most women she’d always preferred foreplay in the past, needing to get worked up before she was ready to let go.
Not with Justin. All she had to do was think about him using those magnificent hands on her, his mouth meeting hers in a searing kiss and she was on edge, her orgasm hovering close. She ground herself against him, his hard stomach beneath her scorching hot pussy and a little moan escaped her.
“Please tell me you brought condoms in here,” she whispered when he broke away from her to rain kisses down her neck.
“In the soap dish,” he said with the slightest nod.
She glanced over to see a spread out stack of condoms sitting in a silver soap dish and she sobered. Did he always have those there? Exactly how many women had he brought into this bathroom for that sole purpose?
Thinking she was one of many women who he’d fucked in his enormous tub disturbed her more than she cared to admit.
He must have sensed her tension because he lifted his head, his golden eyes glittering, tiny droplets of water clinging to his long eyelashes. “I brought those in when I started filling the tub.”
“Oh.” She immediately felt foolish and embarrassed. She had no claim on this man. He wasn’t hers to feel so territorial about.
Yet she did feel possessive. She couldn’t seem to help it.
“I’ve never had sex in here if that’s what you’re thinking.” He kissed her, his tongue teasing against her lips before he withdrew. “You’re the first.”
Her heart squeezed at his admission and she silently admonished herself. His confession didn’t really mean a thing. Yeah okay, maybe he hadn’t screwed another woman in this tub but that didn’t mean he hadn’t screwed numerous other women all over his house.
She pushed that depressing thought out of her head and concentrated on what Justin was doing to her. His hands smoothed all over her, reaching in between them to stroke her breasts, tweak her nipples. He bent his head, drew one nipple deep into his mouth and she arched toward him, her head dropping back at the delicious sensations spreading throughout her body.
“Grab a condom, baby,” he harshly demanded against her skin. She scooted over to the edge of the tub and grabbed a condom out of the soap dish. When she sat back down his cock was directly in front of her, thick and insistent and more than ready for action.
He plucked the condom from her fingers and tore the wrapper open, sheathing himself quickly. His eyes met hers, dark and intense and without a word, he thrust up, entering her, filling her completely.
She began to move, riding him slowly, savoring the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her body. His big hands cupped her ass, guiding her, trying to increase her pace but she resisted. She wanted to make this last, she wanted this orgasm to be big for the both of them.
“What’s your hurry?” She smiled down at him, secretly enjoying the agonized expression on his face.
“Witch.” He glared but she knew he was teasing. His hands gripped her butt with more force, spreading her cheeks wide and his fingers tickled her crack, making her jump. “How can you expect me to go slow with you all wet and slippery?”
Hmm, she was wet and slippery and so was he. The water bubbled and frothed all around them, her naked breasts bobbing just above the surface and he took a nipple into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue. A sneaky finger traced the spot between her buttocks, lingering on the tight hole nestled there.
“Justin.” She sounded prim but really, she kind of liked it. It felt forbidden, the way he was touching her. No man had ever tried this with her before.
She especially liked the fact that he was the first.
He released her nipple from his mouth and stared up at her and he thrust his hips, going deeper. “I just want to make you feel good.”