His hand plumped her breast, careful to avoid directly stimulating her again, but definitely teasing her all the same.
“I need an answer. Before the water turns cold and forces us out.” He punctuated his statement with a revolving motion of his thumb around her distended nipple.
She stifled a gasp, sucked in the combination of pleasure and sensitized pain, and made her decision. “You win. I’ll answer.” Was she always this responsive? “No, Ben. Never before. No one’s ever taken this kind of time or care.”
He brushed a damp strand of hair out of her face. “Well, they damn well should have.”
She grinned at his ferocious, protective tone. “You’re the first man to separate Grace, the woman, from the Montgomery name and money. The first man unrelated to that part of my life who brings out the best in m—” She didn’t get a chance to finish. He leaned forward and sealed his lips over hers, cutting off her answer.
Probably because he feared the implications, and as Grace felt the rapid beating of her heart, she knew he was right to avoid hearing the rest.
His kiss was brief but sweet, and she tasted his unique flavor. The beating in her heart became a throbbing of desire between her thighs. As if he sensed her need and understood, he stood, swung one leg around her back, and lowered himself to a sitting position behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against his chest and into the V of his legs until his cock pushed hard and erect against the small of her back. Water pelted from the showerhead directly in front of her, hitting by her knees, and keeping them warm.
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“Comfortable?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “And curious.” A drumming of anticipation thundered in her veins, and his laugh reverberated through her.
“I like your lack of inhibitions.”
“Must have something to do with you because I’d never imagined myself doing anything like… this.” Without warning, his hands encircled her thighs and spread them wide. She sucked in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me, Gracie. Now take a deep breath and let it out. Relax.”
Remembering that she’d asked him to trust her earlier, Grace did as he asked, inhaling and exhaling, feeling her body release its hold and let go of its fear. Her muscles slackened against him until she felt his heart beat against her back. A warm and welcoming feeling of security stole over her. Trust me, he’d asked. And she did. Much more than she should.
“Better?”
She nodded.
“Okay, ready?”
She leaned her head back against his chest. “For what?”
“Keep leaning against me, sweetheart.” He nudged her forward, slowly but insistently, until the warm spray of the shower moved up her legs, from her knees to her thighs and higher. Until the pelting water hit her most sensitive juncture, sluicing over her sex and pummeling at her swollen, folds of flesh and teasing her clit.
Shock at the intimate assault came first and she instinctively attempted to close her legs, but his firm grip stopped her. “Breathe deep,” his rough, seducing voice murmured again in her ear. “Relax. Enjoy.”
With each word, he eased his hold on her thighs and moved his hands inward. A man with an obvious mission, his fingers inched towards there, closer, faster, hotter, deeper…Without warning, he parted her flesh and eased one long finger inside. Her hips bucked, drawing him further into her. The roughness of his skin mixed with the water and her own juices, making for an easy glide in, a slickened slide out. In. Out. Her body echoed the rhythm, picking up a motion of its own that created a surge of need so strong she had to twist and pull her legs upward to get him deep enough, hard enough inside her.
“Not alone.” Grace heard the plea in a voice she barely recognized as her own.
“Condoms are in the living room, and I’m not about to stop you now.” He kept up the unbearable friction with his finger while parting her gently with his other hand. Water crashed down on parts she’d never exposed before and the building waves were so incredible, so fast, she could barely keep her sanity. Her body clenched and unclenched around his hand, and climax beckoned, almost there and yet so out of reach.
“Close your eyes.”
Had they been open? He couldn’t know and neither did she. “Now feel.” He pushed deep inside her, hotter, more demanding. “It’s me inside you, Gracie. Just me, no condom, nothing to come between us.”
She heard the fantasy, she felt the fantasy. The final wave rushed her without warning, and she screamed, heard her cries as her body wrung tight around his, clenching, grinding, undulating in never-ending waves of completion.
Only then did she realize she’d been the recipient of his fantasy, but she had yet to indulge in her own.
But the night wasn’t over yet.
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Ben wrapped her in a towel and carried her limp, sated body to the bed. She curled close to his chest and rested her head on his shoulder with a satisfied moan.