Eyes Wide Open (The Blackstone Affair 3)

I caught the smirking little glance between my sister and Freddy as we started to leave. I just shook my head at them both and followed Brynne back upstairs. I’m sure they started laughing at me the second we were out of the room. Fun times with family sticking their noses into every private detail of my life now, I thought. I guess you’d better get used to it.

Brynne headed for the shower, and I checked my mobile for messages. My assistant, Frances, had promised to forward anything potentially pressing, but I was pleased to see it was minor stuff that could wait. Right now I needed to get clean and Brynne was naked in the shower.

“You’re well aware there’s a water shortage in England, right?” I asked as I stepped in behind her, all slick with body wash and hot water, and making me crazed as usual.

She turned, reaching for the shampoo, and gave me a thorough looking over. “I think I’ve seen the reports on the news, yes.”

“So I figure we should share the water whenever it’s convenient.”

“I see,” she said slowly, trailing her eyes downward to my awakening cock. “And you think right now is convenient?”

“Extremely convenient.”

“Then by all means, be my guest.” She moved out of the spray so I could move under it.

“Oh, I’m going to need you closer than that if we’re to get the full benefit of sharing the water, baby.”

“Is this close enough?” She took a step, the sight of her flushed wet skin making my mouth water in anticipation of getting a taste.

“No.” I shook my head. “You’re miles away from me still.”

“I thought you liked to look at me,” she said coyly.

“Oh, I do, baby. Very much.” I nodded. “But I like to look at you and touch you at the same time best of all.”

She took another step, which brought her within a couple inches, our bodies aligned but still not touching, the hot water streaming down in the small space that separated our bodies.

I savored the moment of erotic heat that swirled between us—the anticipation of what was coming, because I knew I’d be devouring her with all of my senses very soon.

“But you’re only looking at me and not touching,” she whispered, “how come?”

“Oh, I will, baby. I will.” I brought my mouth to her neck and inhaled the scent of her skin, the soap and the water all mixed together in a heady elixir that only got me hotter. “How badly do you want to be touched?”

“Very badly.”

I could hear the need in her tone, and it cranked me higher. There was nothing headier than knowing she wanted this with me. I pressed my lips to the spot just below her ear and felt a delicious shiver from her. “Here?” I asked.

“Yes.” She arched backward slightly, causing the tips of her hard nipples to graze the skin just below my chest.

“Or maybe here is better?” I licked down from her neck, dragging my tongue over her delicious skin, trailing lower to meet one of those hardened nipples just begging to be sucked.

“Ahhh yes,” she shuddered, pushing up on her toes, bringing that beautiful, soft, pink flesh to the edge of my lips.

I flicked out my tongue and licked just the tip and heard her moan the softest sound in response. She started to lift her arms to me and I quickly backed off. “No.” I shook my head. “No touching me, baby. This is all for you. Put your hands out and press back against the tile, and stay like that for me.”

I could see the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed at me, her eyes sparking a grayish-green that reminded me of the color of the sea on our run that morning. She moved into position and tilted her head back as well, waiting on me for the next command. Watching her submit to my direction did something to me. These games we played were like nothing I’d ever experienced before with another person. They also pushed me into realms of emotion I’d never desired before with anyone else either. Just her. Only Brynne got me to this place.

“You’re so fucking sexy right now.”

She shivered and tensed her hips when I said the words, flaring her eyes at me with more than a little frustration. I moved back toward her again and watcher her shake a little more and breathe heavier. “Please . . .”

“Please what, baby?” I asked before flicking the tip of her other nipple with my tongue.

“I need you to touch me,” she whimpered softly.

I licked her nipple again, this time swirling around the dark tip in a circle. “Like that?”

“More than that,” she panted, fighting to keep her hands flat to the shower tile.