“I’ve had fantasies about you. Lots of them. And not just today.”
He looked at her with great interest as they walked into the bathroom. “Do tell.”
“Even though I wasn’t with anyone all those years, I still had urges.”
Heat jumped into his eyes at the word urges. “Tell me more.”
Surprisingly, it was easy to tell him her biggest secret. Everything with Nash had been easy. Talking, laughing, loving. And now, confessing. “Late at night, alone in my bed, I would make up sexy stories inside my head. Fantasies where I was the focus of a very sexy man’s desire. And he knew exactly how to touch me, exactly what I wanted.”
“Are you saying that ‘very sexy man’ was me?” His voice was even deeper now.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought of you.” She looked into his eyes, which were blazing with even more desire now than they had in her fantasies. “Always you.”
He tugged her against him and kissed her until she was breathless.
When he finally let her mouth go, he said, “I’m hoping there were some shower scenes going on inside that big brain of yours.”
“Of course there were. Lots and lots of X-rated shower scenes.” She’d never seen anyone look so happy as he did just then. “I didn’t think I’d actually get to live out any of my fantasies with you, though.”
“I must have done something good at some point in my life to be rewarded by this night with you.”
But before they got into the shower and gave in to passion again, she still needed to be practical about contraception. “Do you have another condom?”
“I’d better.”
He went to look through his wallet again, leaving her in the bathroom to adjust the water temperature.
She got beneath the spray, and when she was joined by Nash, she was hugely relieved to see another condom in his hand. She wasn’t sure how she would have been able to resist him. Now she didn’t have to.
“Soap me up, Nash.”
It was heady to watch his hands shake slightly as he reached for the gel soap. She still could barely believe that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Slowly, gently, he rubbed the gel over her skin, starting with her shoulders, then running his hands down her arms. He soaped up the fingers on her right hand and then her left, before running his hands back up her arms, then down her back, sending bubbles running across her torso. Putting more liquid soap into his hands, he moved them around to her stomach and her rib cage, sliding them directly beneath her breasts without actually touching them.
This had been exactly how her secret late-night fantasy had played out. The way he was teasing her. The way he was caressing her. The way he was looking at her, like he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. How did he know exactly what to do to give her such pleasure?
Touching her even more possessively now, he slid his hands over her hips, gently grazed his fingertips down her thighs, then lowered himself to one knee. As he stroked down her right leg, then her left, he pressed kisses to her stomach.
Ashley’s legs felt so shaky that she had to steady herself on his shoulders. The shower was warm and steamy, but thrill bumps still rose over the surface of her skin.
He looked at her from beneath his long, wet lashes. “Is this what you imagined in your fantasies?”
“What you’re doing to me is even better than my fantasies.”
“Tell me, Ashley. Tell me exactly what you want from me.”
Knowing her every wish was his command was extremely heady. And yet, because it was completely consensual, she didn’t feel the slightest bit bad about momentarily having power over him. They both loved the game they were playing.
“My breasts.” She licked her lips. “Taste me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he brought his mouth to the tip of one breast and made a slow circle over the taut peak with his tongue. Moments later, he turned his attention to her other breast in the same shockingly delicious way.
Again and again, he tasted her, teased her, until she was practically sobbing with need. She clasped the back of his head and held him tightly to her, encouraging him to feast on her.
And feast he did.
His mouth, his hands were everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough, even as she arched her back so that she could get closer to him.
“Tell me more, Ashley.” His breath was coming fast and hard. “Tell me what you most desire.”
With his thumbs moving across the aroused tips of her breasts as he spoke, it was impossible to think clearly. Fortunately, she didn’t need her brain to work to know exactly what she wanted.
“Taste me. All of me. And don’t stop.”