Opening his hands, he used his palms against the sensitive points of my breasts, caressing in a circular motion. The erotic tingle against my nipples from the micro-beads turned me instantly restless, so aroused.
“Dane,” I whispered. “Let’s get out of the tub.”
His hands dipped into the water, washing off the sugar before he quickly rinsed my chest. Then he climbed out and helped me. He laid a towel over the marble vanity and lifted me onto it.
My fingers curled around his wide shaft and I stroked him slowly. His emerald eyes blazed.
“Ari,” he murmured just before his mouth sealed mine. He kissed me passionately, deeply. A searing lip-lock that conveyed lust and longing. And love.
I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnant hormones, all we’d been through, or the fact that I now considered every single moment we stole together the most precious of time—or all of that combined. But this kiss was so much more stirring than ever before. That was saying something, of course, because I’d always found Dane’s kisses soul stirring.
This one took me to all new heights of unrelenting desire and irresistible affection. He hooked a forearm under my knee and spread my legs. Our lips and tongues continued to tangle and taste as the head of his cock nudged my opening.
I wrapped my fingers around his neck, keeping him close, keeping him kissing me. The other hand flattened against the vanity and I lifted myself slightly, angling my hips.
He barely pressed into me. Electric currents ran through my body. His tongue toyed sensually with mine as he moved a breath deeper, just an inch more. Taunting me, torturing me in the most seductive, provocative way.
I wanted him desperately, but the intimate teasing was sinful, playful. Downright exciting. As much as the urge to beg him to fuck me rose in my throat, I kept quiet as he dragged his mouth from mine and kissed my jaw, my neck. I luxuriated in the slow burn.
My lids closed and I dropped my head
back. I concentrated solely on how he felt, pushing gradually in, filling me inch by glorious inch.
“That is so amazing,” I gasped. “I love how you feel inside me.”
“You make me come completely undone,” he said as he pumped slowly, pushing deeper and deeper with every measured thrust. “I can’t ever get enough of you.”
A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth. “You know you’re driving me wild.”
“I just like taking my time. Staying buried right here as long as I can.”
“No rush,” I whispered against his lips. “My doctor’s appointment isn’t for another hour.”
“I’m going with you.”
“I figured you’d say that.”
He continued to move within me, gliding slickly, stretching me. He kissed me again, and I reclaimed all my bliss from the nights at the creek house when he’d made love to me, held me, made me feel cherished and protected.
Like those exciting interludes, he picked up the pace now, stroking confidently. His kiss turned demanding, territorial.
I loved it when he got so caught up in the moment that he seemed desperate to have me—desperate to make me come.
I returned the kiss with equaled passion and possession. Because he was mine.
The bliss consumed me and the erotic sensations coursing through me erupted. I tore my mouth from his and cried his name.
“Oh, Christ, Ari.” He groaned.
I knew I squeezed him exceptionally tight. I couldn’t help it. I literally clung to every inch of him.
“Baby,” he murmured before he thrust deep, his body jerked, and he came inside me while letting out that carnal growl that made all my nerve endings go haywire. Nuzzling the side of my neck, he said, “I have absolutely no control when it comes to you.”
I smiled as euphoria flooded my veins. “Let’s keep working on it.”
* * *
We all drove to the retreat. An uncomfortable scenario in that I was there to see my OB-GYN for an ultrasound. I was thrilled Dane wanted to come along. I also understood that Amano preferred to chauffeur us for our own protection. And Kyle wanted to see his aunt and Chelsea.