My Secret Fantasies

I soaked in the heat for a while, inhaling steam and letting the stress of the past months float away. When my heart rate dropped a few notches, my whole body relaxing, I dried my hands on my robe so I could use my laptop. I picked up with the story right where I’d left off.

...Her nipples tightened to peaks as D broke their kiss and took one taut bud into his mouth. She didn’t know what had come over her to let him touch her this way, but there was no turning back now. Not with her body on fire and her thoughts consumed with images of him. Covering her. Settling between her thighs with muscular hips. In response, she widened her legs to make room for him. And, perhaps, to feel the forceful rush of water over her sensitive sex.

“You could come in,” she urged, reaching one wet hand up to his collar to shove aside his coat. “Join me.”

He sat back on his heels to observe her in the moonlight, a veil of steam rising between them. Would he strip off his clothes and fulfill her fantasies?

“I like watching you.” His voice wrapped around her like a seductive spell. “Why don’t you show me what you’re feeling?”

Confused, she blinked through the fog of awareness and tugged on his hand. Drawing him near. But instead of touching her, he reached into the tub and turned a jet nozzle toward her breast, unleashing a torrent across the tip of one nipple.

Caught in the sensual onslaught, she felt her eyes slide shut as she let the pleasure take her.

Her body ached and her sex pulsed with need. She cupped her breasts, craving more.

D’s whispered encouragement in her ear let her know this was what he wanted. To watch. To see her succumb to the need. Imagining his hand on her, she slipped one palm beneath the water’s surface, gliding a fingertip over the delicate folds between her thighs. She gasped.

“You look so beautiful.” D’s breath was warm against her cheek as he leaned to kiss the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.

Shaelynn arched deeper into the bench seat and lifted her hips, making it easier to repeat the seductive touch. It didn’t take much. The barest brush of her finger combined with the rush of water took her higher. She tossed her head back and forth, sensation coiling tight. Anticipation building.

Water pounded her body in hot streams, intensifying the feelings. Her breath came hard and fast, until she panted with the effort of holding back her release. All along, he whispered in her ear, his voice anchoring her in the sensation, urging her with wicked promises of other pleasures to come. Sighing his name with a pent-up breath, she drew two fingers along her sex. Imagined herself looking into his eyes as he sheathed himself with her. Pushed his hips into hers until he was buried heart-deep within her.

“Oh!” A startled cry burst from her lips as her orgasm hit her.

She gripped the sides of the tub, wishing she held D’s broad shoulders in her hands instead. Wave after wave of pleasure shook through her, wringing a satisfied moan from her even as she wanted much, much more....

I had to stop a minute, my fingers poised above the keyboard and my heart pumping faster while I savored what had happened. Shaelynn hadn’t gotten any closer to making love with “D” than I had, her orgasm brought on by pleasuring herself while thinking of his hands on her.

But oh...she wanted more. And so did I. I could feel the blood coursing through my veins, heating my skin everywhere. The tension deep within me tightened. Heightened. I felt restless with this ache for more. So much so, I wasn’t sure if I could keep writing.

Deep in thought, I jerked as a footstep on the stairs caught me off guard.

“Miranda?” a sexy, masculine voice called—the same one that had just coaxed my heroine to lose all her inhibitions. “Are you down there?”

Damien was home.

Nervousness twined with excitement. Hunger.

He’d paused on the stairway, waiting for my answer. No doubt he’d heard the hot-tub jets and come to investigate. It said a lot about him that he didn’t just barge into the game room while I was in the spa. He knew that I wanted to take things slow, and he respected that, even though he’d made it clear he was ready for more than I was.

My heart beat like a jackhammer, my whole body tense with nerves and—yes—sexual excitement. I wanted him even though I was so nervous I was shaking.

“Yes,” I called finally, knowing I would be okay with a guy who could rein himself in enough to wait on the stairs for my reply. “You can come down.”

I pushed away from the laptop, but didn’t close it. Settling into a seat on the far side of the tub, I allowed myself the simple pleasure of watching him come down the stairs and cross the floor toward me.