Only for You (One Night of Passion 3) - Page 63

He lifted his head and kissed her damp, erect nipple. Her fingers threaded into his hair at the tender, erotic gesture.

“You have the most beautiful breasts in existence.”

“I suppose that means a lot.” She gasped when he rolled the sensitive tip against his lips. “Since as you so unkindly reminded me in the car, you’ve seen your fair share of breasts before.” He took her back into his mouth and sucked firmly. Her hips jerked, her clit twanging with pleasure as he rolled his warm tongue over the crest, then sucked again. Her fingers clutched his hair.

“That was unkind,” he agreed a moment later, massaging her breast in his hand while he ran his lips against the inner swell of flesh. He was always so single-minded in his actions, so pure in his greed. She loved it. “Let me make it up to you,” he said next to her skin before he again plucked at her nipple.

“You’re doing a pretty good job of it,” she admitted, highly distracted by what he was doing.

“In the hot tub.”

Her eyes opened. “There’s a hot tub?”

Much to her disappointment, he lifted his head. She saw the gleam in his eyes, in his otherwise shadowed face. “Yeah. It’s outside, on the hill. John has walls built around it, but it’s open to the sky.”

“You’re not going to worry about some horny hunters or paparazzi hikers sneaking up on us?” she teased him.

He shook his head without hesitation.

“Are you becoming a little more trusting?” she asked.

“With that security perimeter, we’ll be alerted if anyone approaches.”

She smiled. “Of course. I should have known you were as suspicious as ever. John certainly is diligent about protecting Jennifer.”

He planted a firm, too-short kiss on her mouth. “He’s smart enough to protect what’s important,” he said before he sat up, pulling her along with him.

Seth punched in a code on a keyboard next to a door in the kitchen. They walked up a flight of stairs and stepped into a chilly autumn night. The hot-tub area was spacious, enclosed by wooden walls that matched the timber of the log home. Above them, the night sky was filled with more stars than Gia had ever seen in her life. The outdoor area featured not only loungers and a bubbling, steaming, spacious tub, but also two outdoor showers and a wide polished bench that looked like it might open for storage. It was lit by ambient outdoor lamps. Her eyebrows shot up in speculative interest when she noticed that the far wall was adorned with three mirrored panels, each about three foot in width and nearly spanning the height of the ten-foot-tall wooden wall. Seth noticed where she was looking. His small smile made excitement spike through her.

“John has the wall heated, so the mirrors don’t steam.”

He set the two large towels he’d retrieved from the bathroom a moment ago on the bench and immediately began to strip. She blinked, distracted by the sight of his flexing, taut abdomen muscles, hard chest and bulging arm muscles as he whipped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

“So John and Jennifer have a thing for mirrors?” she said as she kicked off the flip-flops she’d donned to walk outside.

“That would be my guess,” he replied dryly as he attacked his button fly. Gia quickly used the elastic band she’d wrapped around her wrist to tie back her long hair into a haphazard bun/pony tail.

“But isn’t that a bit . . . unusual?” she asked, unbuttoning her jeans, her gaze following Seth’s progress with a tight focus as he jerked down his pants and boxer briefs at once. She caught a glimpse of his cock and long, strong, hair-sprinkled thighs before he bent to pull the garments over his feet. He wasn’t as erect as he’d felt in bed a few minutes ago, but he was still long and firm and quite an eyeful. She moved her feet restlessly. The slate stone floor was very chilly.

“I don’t see anything unusual about it,” Seth said, tossing his jeans and underwear on the bench. “I thought you liked them too.”

“But . . . didn’t you say John was blind?” she asked awkwardly, discombobulated by his casual reference to a topic she’d never admitted to anyone but him. She shimmied out of her jeans.

“Yeah,” Seth said. He grabbed the folded towels and sauntered naked across the terrace and set the towels close to the tub. She watched him as he lowered into the pool, regretting when his strong legs, muscular ass and cut torso were submerged in the bubbling water, depriving her of the awesome sight. He sat on the circular bench and looked at her with his eyebrows raised in droll expectancy.

She hastened to draw her jeans and underwear off her legs.

“Leave the shirt on,” he called.

“What?” she asked, confused by his request.

“Yeah,” he said thickly, his gaze between her thighs making her feel like she was in the steaming water already. Except for her feet, that is, which were quickly turning to blocks of ice. “Leave it.”

“All right. Whatever. I didn’t realize it was so cold out here,” she muttered, hurrying across the deck and shivering. “Oh, that feels good,” she mumbled earnestly when her icy feet hit the hot water. She settled on the lower bench next to Seth, sighing with pleasure. Water bubbled energetically around her chest. It felt divine. She saw her smile through the rising steam in the reflection of the mirrors, reminding her of their topic.

“If John is blind, why would he think mirrors are important?”

“Maybe they’re for Jennifer,” Seth said.

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