And she clearly wanted her fantasy to become reality.
Her heart beat wildly beneath his hand, and he could only guess how much courage her words and actions had cost her. With her responsive, heavenly breasts nestled in his palms beneath the churning water, he stared at her sexy, luscious mouth, her lips so full and soft and irresistible—beckoning for him to kiss.
Damn, but he wanted her. More than he ever thought it was possible to crave a woman. He swallowed
hard. If he crossed this intimate boundary with her, he’d be stepping beyond the point of no return. But he was only human, a normal, hot-blooded man who could only take so much teasing before he gave in to the kind of blatant temptation Melodie presented. So, he made the conscious decision to throw caution to the wind and deal with repercussions later.
Cursing his own weakness, he took a huge leap into the fire and captured her mouth with his. He parted her lips with his tongue, sinking deep, claiming her hungrily, ravenously. She expressed her need just as eagerly. Pushing her fingers through his hair to hold him close, she matched his desire stroke for erotic stroke.
Beneath the heated water, he kneaded her breasts in his hands and rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, a purr of pleasure escaping from her throat. Smoothing his hands lower, he traced the curve of her waist, the feminine flare of her hips, and dragged his flattened palms along the outside of her thighs to the crease of her knees. Her skin felt impossibly soft, so amazingly silky, and the need to kiss her elsewhere, everywhere, overwhelmed him.
Breaking their kiss, he buried his face into the curve of her neck and nudged her chin up with his jaw so he could suck her soft, sensitive flesh against his teeth. She shivered, moaned, and tilted her head back to allow him better access. He licked the droplets of water from her skin in long, slow laps of his tongue and reveled in her uninhibited response to his teasing caresses.
Unexpectedly, she lifted up on her knees, bringing her lush breasts out of the water so that moonlight kissed her pale, wet skin, giving him his first glimpse of her fully naked chest. The crests of her tightly puckered nipples were at eye level for him, and the sight sent his arousal spiking like a fever as he waited for her to make the next move.
Tangling her fingers into his hair, she tugged his head back. Their gazes locked, hers dark with raw, honest passion and a heated yearning that begged him to have his way with her. Enticingly, erotically, she arched into him and brushed a velvet-soft nipple against his lips, coaxing his surrender, tempting him to sin. Unable to refuse something he wanted just as badly, he opened his mouth wide and drew her into the damp, heated depths, shuddering when she moaned, long and low. He suckled her greedily, tugged gently with his teeth, and used his tongue to lick and soothe and excite.
She gasped, her fingers flexing against his scalp, a bundle of restless, pent-up sexual energy. “Cole…” Still on her knees, she shifted and rubbed her covered pussy against his belly, narrowly missing the blunt tip of his erection. “I need you to touch me.”
While her words were vague about what pleasure zone needed his attention the most, her body spoke a desperate language he instinctively understood. He knew exactly where she ached, knew precisely what she yearned for. And it was her uninhibited request that made him a slave to her every whim.
Releasing her breast from the wet suction of his mouth, he watched her candid expression as he skimmed his palms up her sleek thighs and came to a stop when the tips of his fingers made contact with the edge of her panties. The fact that her lower body was still submersed in the gurgling, white-capped water made his touch that much more illicit.
He glided the pad of his thumb along the wet silk covering her mound, pressed deeper, and she jerked in reaction. “Are you sure this is what you want, Mel?” he rasped.
Her lashes fluttered closed, and her breath came in small, anxious pants. “Oh, yes, please,” she pleaded shamelessly.
Having gained her acquiescence, he deliberately forced her knees wider apart on either side of his thighs by spreading his legs, which also released an upward torrent of bubbles from the small jets in the seat of his chaise. Pulling the elastic band of her underwear to the side, those massage jets found a home at the crux of her thighs, tickling, teasing, and heightening her need for release, but apparently, not providing enough friction to push her over the edge.
“Oh, my, God,” she groaned and gripped his shoulders, her entire body trembling.
A few firm strokes of his thumb along her clit would have done the trick, he knew, but he wasn’t about to let her have her orgasm that easily. She’d twisted him up in knots twice now with her erotic letters and brazen seduction, and it was only fair that he repay the favor.
Cupping the back of her head in his free hand, he brought the shell of her ear to his mouth and shared a fantasy of his own with her. “Imagine that every touch of those bubbles is my tongue, licking and tasting and probing right here,” he murmured in a low, raspy tone as he swept his thumb along the swollen folds of her sex, while working a long finger inside of her, then two, stretching her to accommodate his penetration. She was tight and slick, and he groaned against her neck as her inner muscles clutched at him and drew him deeper still.
She rocked her hips toward him with a needful whimper, and he thrust his fingers slowly, rhythmically into her. “Can you feel me inside of you, Mel?”
All she managed was an inarticulate sound.
Doing the unthinkable, he replaced the slide of his thumb against her clit with the throbbing head of his dick and rubbed, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from his throat and a startled gasp from her.
“You feel so damned good.” And more than anything he wanted to bury himself in her heat and be a part of her orgasm when she came.
Accepting that that particular fantasy wasn’t going to happen, ever, he instead catered to fulfilling hers. Bringing her sweet mouth back to his, he kissed her while increasing the pressure and friction of his fingers, his sole focus on her pleasure. The tremors buffeting through her body finally shattered, and she came with a stifled sob against his lips.
With her face pressed tight against his damp throat and her arms wrapped around his neck, she lowered herself back into the churning, steaming water and onto his lap. Then she slumped into him, utterly limp and sated.
He wished he could claim the same, but knew he was in for another long, sleepless night. With her draped over him as she regained her breath, he held her close, and then stiffened when he felt her insinuate her hand between them and curl her fingers around his pulsing, excruciatingly sensitive shaft.
He sucked in a quick inhale as her thumb grazed the tip, and he grasped her wrist to stop her sensual assault. “No, Mel,” he rasped, his protest weak, but necessary.
She glanced up at him, her brown eyes deep pools of rekindled desire, and confusion. “Don’t you want—”
“Hell, yes, I want,” he interrupted gruffly, refusing to lie when she held proof of his need for her in her slender hand. “But we can’t have sex.” And he wasn’t in the mood to go it solo while she watched.
“We?” she said, a frustrated note seeping into her soft voice. “I can speak for myself, Cole. I know it might be hard for you to believe, but I am a consenting adult who has every right to say yes to having sex with a man. With you, even.”
A fact she’d made more than obvious tonight. As calmly as he could manage, he said, “Mel, I don’t have any condoms with me or in the house.”