He gazed into her eyes and his heart shifted. His entire being shifted if it was possible.
“I’m just a girl in a hot tub with a boy.” Her fingers trailed across his collarbone and he ground his teeth hard as a grin widened her bruised and thoroughly kissed lips. “Willing to do all kinds of naughty, sinful...decadent things.”
Bobbi wriggled from his grasp, dropping a kiss next to his mouth, before trailing a line of fire to where her fingers rested on his collarbone. She nipped him there, a hard, fast bite that drew a hiss from him as she laughed throatily.
Bobbi stood and urged him up as well, her hands in his waistband, probing, loosening and seconds later she tossed his swim trunks behind her, giggling when it landed in the snow on the other side of the deck.
Her giggles soon dried up and she licked her lips, her gaze settling on his straining erection. If it was possible Shane grew harder, thicker, just from the look in her eyes. Gently, she pushed him backward and he couldn’t hide his groan as her fingers scaled down his chest, lingering over his abs. She bent forward and kissed the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing the lines with her fingers as her head moved downward, tongue licking, slow swirls of hotness.
Unbidden, his hands fisted in her hair and he rested his butt on the edge of the hot tub, his lips drawn back, almost feral-like, when her intention became clear.
Hot water rippled around his calves and she dipped her hand into the tub, sluicing water over his cock, sliding her hand along the length of him. Her touch was firm and sure—the woman knew what he liked. As she pumped him slowly with one hand she rubbed her thumb along the ridge beneath the head of his penis, once, twice, and then again.
He strained in her grasp, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to massage, to knead and to tease.
When a wicked smile stole over her features he tensed, every single muscle in his legs and thighs tight, his mouth open with anticipation, his thoughts scattered.
“Are you sure everyone’s gone?” he asked hoarsely.
Bobbi paused, her cherry red lips a whisper away from him. “Does it matter?”
She slid her mouth over him, moving her hands down to the base of his cock as she took him whole. Shane’s hands remained in her hair. He held her there against him as he strained into her mouth.
Did he care? Hell the fuck no.
He continued to watch her between his legs, letting her lick and suckle him until he knew he could take no more. If he didn’t stop her he’d blow his load early and who the hell know how long it would take him to recover. He didn’t want this. Not now. There would be time for it later.
Right now he wanted to be over her. In her. With her eyes watching him as he drove himself as deep.
He wanted to watch her come and he wanted to know it was because of him.
Shane tugged on her and she glanced up, surprised when his
hands slid from her hair down to her shoulders. Overhead snow was falling, great big flakes that fell out of the sky and melted against her skin. One particularly large flake rested on the edge of her nipple and he bent forward, his mouth erasing it, his tongue teasing her as he slowly swirled his mouth over the rigid peak.
First one and then the other.
“Christ, Bobbi, you’re perfect.”
“Bobbi, who?” she said hoarsely, her words ending on a squeal when he slid one of his hands between her legs.
He smiled against her breasts, gave them one final kiss as he settled back on the edge of the hot tub and pulled up her onto his thighs. He held her away from him and with her legs spread wide everything he wanted was open to his eyes.
He gazed at her, loving the way her eyes widened as his fingers spread her apart. As his thumb ran over her clitoris and two large, fingers settled deep inside her. A quiver rolled across her, shaking her slightly as she moved against his hand.
“You like that?” he said roughly, smiling when she nodded.
With his fingers deep inside, he curled them upward, the pads of his fingers rubbing the top of her. He stroked her there, gently at first, and then as he felt her clench against him, stronger and more urgently.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered.
“You know it does,” she gasped.
He nuzzled her neck. “That I do, babe.”
She bit her bottom lip and arched her body so she could watch what he was doing.
She was so wet. On the cusp and he knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more.