But not quite.
She reached for a bar of soap and began to lather it on her body. Over her belly, her arms, her breasts. She lathered slowly, clearly aware of its effect on him, lingering on one breast, then the other, until the soap covered her skin. And then she slid her soapy fingers between her legs and began to massage oh-so-slowly, letting the back of her hand brush the tip of his cock, but nothing more.
Instead, she gave herself pleasure, stroking until her breath quickened and Luke was ready to plunge himself into her without waiting another second.
Then she found his cock with her hand and began to massage him with a feather touch—much less than he wanted, and she knew it, reveled in it with wicked pleasure.
“I want you now,” he gasped, his head straining back against the edge of the tub.
She stopped stroking and smiled a private little smile. “But I’m not finished washing up.”
After she’d poured the water over herself again to rinse off, Jane began rubbing the soap over his chest, then down his belly to his cock. When she reached it, she gave him a few cursory strokes, then put the soap aside. And she dipped her head into the water.
He watched as she found him with her mouth in the hot bath, took him in, teased him to the edge of insanity with her tongue. Luke gripped the sides of the tub, struggling not to release, holding out against the too-sweet pleasure of her mouth.
But that’s not where he wanted to release. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her out from under the water, and tugged her up against him as she gasped for breath.
“No more playing around,” he whispered, his voice forced.
She reached for a new condom on the edge of the tub, and he took it from her and put it on in record time. With their bodies pressed together again, he plunged himself into her hot depths before she could protest. And then he began to move in her.
Lightning flashed behind Luke’s eyelids. His insides quaked. His soul awoke to the rush of feeling that flooded him, and he had the vaguest notion that making love to Jane was going to change him in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.
Gripping the soft flesh of her hips and rear, letting his fingertips brush the sensitive cleft of her bottom, Luke went deeper and deeper until she took in all of him, until her body, tight around him, stretched to accommodate his, and she felt like the most perfect spot on earth.
Jane lifted her breast to his mouth, offering it to him, and he took in her tight brown nipple. The friction of his teeth and tongue must have been just what she needed, because she threw her head back, gasping, and he knew she was close to climaxing again. This time, he would go with her.
Water splashed out of the tub as he began to thrust harder and faster. And just as his body began to tense for release, he slid his thumb between her legs, rubbing her most sensitive spot.
Luke couldn’t hold back another second. He heard his own breath coming out fast and ragged, and he knew he could no more control his body than he could stop a tornado. Instead, he let himself go. As Jane’s soft moans turned into lusty cries of passion, as her muscles contracted around the length of him, Luke exploded.
His release came hard and strong, jolt after jolt of white-hot pleasure, drawn out by Jane’s own aftershocks, until he wondered if he would just let himself drown there in the tub if they could remain locked in that embrace forever.
What must have been minutes later, he became aware of a few tendrils of her wet hair clinging to his face as she lay draped over him. The water, still hot, had grown calm again after the storm of their lovemaking. His cock, still inside Jane, stirred, but he only wanted to stay like this, perfectly still, holding the most amazing woman he’d ever had the privilege of pleasuring.
After they’d each regained their senses, they got out of the tub, toweled off, and climbed into bed, where they lay for what felt like half the afternoon, dozing off, then waking up and exploring each other all over again, making love one more time, slowly and easily, like old lovers.
By the time Luke noticed his hunger, it was two in the afternoon, and he remembered that he hadn’t even gotten halfway through installing the new security system. That thought brought reality crashing back in on his little foray into fantasy. He hoped they could still maintain a professional relationship after what had just happened, but he realized their lovemaking was far more explosive than he’d anticipated.
Instead of convincing Jane that sex in itself could be a good thing, he was afraid he might have just convinced himself that Jane was a woman he wanted for his own. In spite of her crazy ideas. In spite of everything. He wanted her.
JANE STRETCHED, feeling absolutely sinful lying in bed naked on a weekend afternoon, having just had wild, lusty sex with her glorified bodyguard. That was something Jane Langston, author of The Sex Factor, would never have done. But Jane, the woman, couldn’t muster an ounce of regret for abandoning her principles just this once.