That made Trace burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back. With his knees bent, clasping Avery’s hips between his, he said, “Don’t you worry, Cupcake—I’m going to want to experience every single thing you found interesting.” He pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and the sweet move softened her heart a little more. “But I get so little time with you alone; I want to just soak you in. Besides, I haven’t figured out what makes you tick yet.”
She stroked his jaw. “Well, when you figure it out, let me know. In the meantime . . .” She wiggled out of his vise and scooted down until she could reach his waistband, where she finished unfastening his pants. “I have some playtime on my mind.”
THIRTEEN
Trace closed his hands around hers before she managed to free his cock. He wanted her mouth around him in the worst way. Wanted to watch her watch him for cues as she practiced technique and went all out to please him.
Just the thought spread fire through his body. But first things first.
He sat up, sliding her off the bed and to her feet at the same time. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her against him and started for the bathroom.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck, and looked at him with a quirky, confused little grin. “What are you doing?”
“Jumping in the shower. I’ve been working all day.” He set her feet on the ground by the tub and kept his arm wrapped around her waist as he reached down to turn on the water. Then he turned back to her, brushed her hair off her face with both hands, and cupped her jaw. “And I love seeing your gorgeous body all wet.”
She got that soft look in her eyes, the one that pinched his gut in the sweetest way; then she turned her head and kissed his palm. The same deep, pulling sensation he’d felt at the door that had kept him from leaving twisted inside him now, sweeter, stronger, more intense.
He dragged her mouth to his and kissed her with desire that doubled and tripled with each encounter. And like always, she opened to him, heart and soul. He could feel it. Feel the difference between what was happening with them and what had happened with other women.
Avery’s hands stroked down his sides and around to his ass. After a quick squeeze, she pulled his wallet from the pocket, set it on the sink behind him, and returned to their kiss as she slipped her hands to the front and worked his pants open.
She had a unique way of making his mind blur. He could completely let go with her in a way he couldn’t with other women. With Avery, he could just let things happen. He didn’t have to control the situation, didn’t have to orchestrate, didn’t have to plan his exit strategy before they’d even gotten fully naked.
Because he didn’t want to leave her.
And he didn’t want her leaving him either.
A warning bell went off somewhere in the back of his mind. One his instincts told him to heed. But Avery pulled out of the kiss, pushed his jeans off his hips and down his legs. And before the denim had even hit the floor, her hands moved on his cock, stroking and tugging and squeezing.
A lightning strike of pleasure bolted through his shaft, his balls. He groaned at the pressure gathering at the base of his spine as he stepped out of his jeans.
Fuck the warning bell.
He turned Avery toward the shower, holding her arms to steady her as she stepped over the tub edge. Then he followed her in where he wrapped her tight from behind, pulling her close and burying his face against her neck.
Heaven.
All her warm, soft flesh up against him made him groan. Made his hands roam as the hot water bathed their bodies, caressing her flat belly, her trim waist, up her ribs, pausing to cup and squeeze her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, kissing her there, then letting his hands slide down her body again. He wanted her so badly, he felt like he wanted to slide under her skin. But he wanted more than their wild and passionate sex. He wanted more of Avery. So he slowed down. Way down.
He purposely explored her body with his fingertips, stroking every curve, every dip, every swell. He cupped her ass and parted her cheeks, snuggling the length of his cock between the soft mounds. The billowy pressure automatically forced his hips forward, and he slid easily along her hot, wet skin.
Avery’s moan coincided with his as she arched her back, forcing her ass back to meet his thrust. The delicious pressure spilled through him, and Trace growled, wrapping one arm low on her hips. Avery twisted enough to pull his head down, treating him to a searing, wet, hungry, openmouthed mating of tongues.
He groped for the liquid soap on a ledge, pulling out of the kiss to pour a generous amount in his palm, rub his hands together, and slide them down the front of Avery’s body.
But she wasn’t interested in getting clean or being pampered. Her blue eyes glinted with a determined and devilish spark as she slowly lowered to her knees. She scooped some body wash from his hand, rubbed it between hers then closed all ten fingers around his cock and slowly stroked base to tip.
Sensation exploded through his hips and up his spine. He clenched his teeth around a curse, planted one hand against the tile to keep his balance. “Fuck, Avery . . .”
Her smile grew. Turned even hotter. And she lowered her gaze to his cock, just inches from her nose where she stroked and squeezed, varying touch, strength, and technique. Just when he thought it could get no better, she let one hand dip to his balls and rubbed. The other continued to work his cock until the fingers of his free hand were in her hair and his body trembled.
“God damn . . .” he growled through clen
ched teeth. He wanted to tell her to stop while hoping she’d never stop. Then Avery’s hands slipped from his body, leaving Trace throbbing, dizzy, and more than a little on the wild side.
She leaned sideways, allowing the water to rinse his body, then grinned up at him. “I think you’re plenty clean now.” Her gaze lowered to his cock as if assessing. “You make me so hungry.”