He was quiet, long enough for Haley to feel a wave of embarrassment. “Love the little girl within me.”
Jay recited the words etched across her back in a sexy, swirling calligraphy, the deep baritone of his
voice gentle.
“Your husband must have done a real number on you,” he uttered under his breath, then he kissed the
tattoo again before moving lower.
The water fizzed and bubbled around them, tickling and arousing her. Jay hesitated for a split second.
Without explaining or commanding this time, he pulled her upward. She stood, water dripping off her
softened skin, the cool night breeze drifting around her, raising goose bumps.
With her back still to him, he kissed and nibbled his way down over her sensitive buttocks, causing her
to clench and unclench her thigh muscles. His tongue darted out, touching the seam of her ass. Haley
jolted from the notion of having him in such an intimate place. He growled and slipped an arm around her
waist, holding her still for his delicious assault.
“Such a sexy ass,” Jay murmured. “Spread your legs apart for me, baby. I want to see you better.”
Haley moved, shaky and more turned on than ever, standing so her feet were wide apart.
“Mmm, good girl. Now reach your hands around and spread this sweet ass open
for me.”
Oh, God. She didn’t know how to do this. To calmly obey even while her blood pulsed and pumped hot
in her veins. Then Jay spoke again, his voice a husky thread of sound in the quiet of the night.
“Don’t think, Haley, just feel. That’s all you’ve got to do. Feel and let me please you.” The arm that held
her middle reached down and caressed her clitoris. “You want that, don’t you? For me to please you?”
She never hesitated. “Yes. Oh, God, Jay, yes!”
He slipped a finger between her slick folds and murmured, “You’re so goddamn hot and wet. Christ, I
can’t wait to fuck you.” The words seemed torn from him, so harsh and eager. “Do as I say. I won’t hurt
you, I swear it.”
Pushed beyond her own inhibitions and insecurities, Haley moaned and took her own flesh in her hands,
exposing her body in a way she’d never done before. He slid his finger in and out of her tight sheath,
maddeningly slow and steady.
“Lean forward a little,” Jay demanded.
She did. Without warning, he pulled his finger free and slid it around the outside of her puckered anus,
wetting her with her own juices, preparing her. He slipped his finger inside, just barely. It was enough to