Dilated eyes heavy with desire meet mine. “Take me to bed.”
Holding her around the waist, I lift us both from the hot water, grabbing the white terry robe off the hook as we pass. I drape it around Ava’s shoulders before easing her onto the enormous king-sized bed. She’s on her back, her head on the pillow, and I brace my hands at her sides. My eyes skim over her naked body, lightly pink from the water, scuffed from my beard. Then I lean down to consume her mouth again.
Her lips part, and our tongues stroke and taste. I’m ravenous for her. My frustration and tension once more find release in the most pleasurable way. Her fingers grip my arms, and I dip my tongue into her cherry-mint sweetness. I haven’t stopped kissing her since we entered the bath, but now I’m wanting another taste.
Moving down her body, I stop at her breasts, pulling one nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue, teasing her tip. Her back arches, and she moans. I kiss my way to the other side and pull another stiff peak between my lips, nipping and sucking. I want to mark her. I want to cover her creamy skin in blistering red marks of passion.
“You’re delicious,” I sigh, kissing the top of her ribs. Lavender oil scents her skin.
She laughs and pulls away. “Tickles!”
I smile as I continue to the center of her torso to circle my tongue around her navel before going lower. I kiss her hipbone, biting and sucking another red mark before settling down between her thighs. Holding her hips, I spread her open. A glance up, and I see her stomach rising and falling rapidly with her breaths. Anticipation is the strongest aphrodisiac.
Holding my lips just above her clit, I allow my breath to warm her body. I lightly brush my lips along the crease at the top of her thigh.
She squirms and sighs. “Rowan…”
I love driving her crazy. I love keeping her happy. I want nothing more than Ava Wilder-Tate saying my name in that exact note of need and eagerness every time.
My erection aches, and I can’t torture us anymore. Lowering my mouth, I wrap my arms around her thighs and get to work. My tongue assaults her clit, circling and sucking as her cries of ecstasy surround us. Her hips jerk, and I move lower, dipping my tongue into her core, fucking her with my mouth.
Her back arches, and her fingers thread into my hair. I taste her arousal mixed with lavender. She’s so mine. I’ve known from our first time together. What we have is pure and perfect.
“Oh!” she cries, and her legs jump. She’s breaking apart, coming on my mouth, and I suck her off, taking her all the way before I release her.
She moans, clutching my hair, and I kiss her flat stomach. I circle my tongue around one nipple then the other before moving higher to claim her mouth again. Her arms surround me as I plunge deep into her clenching insides.
“Ava… yes,” I hiss as my cock is surround by her swollen, wet heat. I rock slowly at first, following the wave of her orgasm. “Jesus, you feel so good.”
My voice is hoarse against her neck. As my own orgasm begins to crest, I move faster. Her long legs are around my waist, and her hips rock. Heat travels through my thighs into my pelvis, and my eyes squeeze shut.
“Oh, fuck.” I can’t think. She’s holding me, surrounding me as I chase that explosive finale.
Sweat follows a line down my cheek, and I pump harder, pleasure driving me. My stomach tightens. I’m lost to it. I’m lost in her. She leans forward to run her tongue along my neck, and I come apart. Groaning, I fill her as pleasure consumes me. My stomach tremors. It’s so fucking good.
It takes me a moment to come down, but when I do, her hands are tracing the lines of my muscles, of my back, down my arms. She’s still kissing me, and I laughingly groan. It’s so amazing to leave this planet and return to find this amazing creature still lavishing me with affection.
“Ava,” I whisper. I can’t think of what I want to say.
Our eyes meet, and she smiles, again reading my thoughts. “Passionate preference,” she says.
I smile, dropping to lie beside her in the bed. My arms surround her, and I pull her to me. “Frost brought us together.”
“I was reciting ‘Accidentally on Purpose.’”
The words drift through my mind:
Our best guide upward further to the light; Passionate preference such as love at first sight.
“Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?” she says softly.
“Shakespeare.” I lean down to kiss her shoulder. “Although, in fairness, I think I was more in lust at first sight. The longer I was around you, the more I couldn’t let you go.”
“I couldn’t imagine returning to America,” she sighs, relaxing in my embrace. “You had become my world—just like one of those old poems. Or you were my brooding Mr. Darcy?”
“I was never too proud for you.” I trace my lips over the smooth skin of her shoulder. Tiny bumps follow in their wake.
“I would read those old stories and dream of a handsome prince rescuing us.”