My Secret Fantasies

“You’re shaking,” he noted, cupping my face in his palm, angling my chin so he could see into my eyes in the reflected lights from overhead.

“That’s not normal?” I shifted on his thighs, edging closer to his hips and nudging the hard length between them.

He ground his teeth and sucked in a breath, making me realize how much what I did affected him. What amazing, powerful knowledge. I tucked it away deep in my mind, grateful to him for that gift. His fingers played lightly on my cheek, traveled up into my hair.

“Just making sure we’re good.” His words cracked on a dry note, making me realize how much he held back for my sake.

I took a deep breath, certain I wanted this. Him.

“I’m great. Better than great.” I traced his lips with one finger, finding his mouth surprisingly soft compared with the rest of him. My gaze followed the damp trail I left behind, the water glistening until I leaned down to lick it off.

Growing bolder, I tugged his lower lip between my teeth and nipped it. His shaft twitched against my hip and I wondered if it was too soon to sit astride him. I’d been ready for him since he’d walked into the room, but I didn’t want to rush.

Then again, I didn’t want to give myself time to panic....

“Stay with me,” he whispered between kisses. “Let me taste you again.”

He kissed me hard, his lips settling on mine with a hungry possessiveness that made me weak in my knees and chased away the worries again. His arms held me captive, positioning me where he wanted while he had his way with my mouth. A languid desire gave way to something more frenzied. More hungry. I pressed closer, my breasts aching and sensitive. The warm wall of male muscle provided the best abrasion I could imagine. I was more shameless than Shaelynn as I wrapped my arms around Damien’s neck and held on, needing more and more of this feeling.

He pulled back and paused for a second to watch me. Maybe he was satisfied with what he saw, because he didn’t stop. He lowered his lips to my neck and I moaned at the sensation. Water bubbled at my back. His tongue licked sexy pathways down my throat, then down my chest, where my breasts rose out of the water. Suddenly, I ached there with a fierceness unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I needed his kiss there. Now.

“Please,” I murmured, threading my fingers through his hair while the bubbles simmered all around us. “I’m crawling out of my skin.”

He cupped a breast in his palm and lowered his mouth to capture the tip. My eyes stayed glued on him, hypnotized by the sight. White teeth flashed for an instant before he drew on the crest. Hard. I bucked against him, twisting to get a better feel of his body. This was what I had been craving for years without knowing it. This tender attention. A man caring about what I felt and what I wanted. Needed.

Right now, I wanted him all over me. Between my thighs. My sex ached for him.

Visions of my novel ran through my head. Damien’s voice in my ear urged me on. I think that’s what gave me courage to straddle him now. I shifted my body so I sat astride him, my knees planted on a built-in tub bench so that my sex met the thick erection that awaited me.

He lifted his head, his eyes greener than I’d ever seen them, the pupils dilated wide.

“I need to taste you first.”

I was still thinking about what that meant when he reached for a handful of the fluffy towels he’d brought out to the spa. Blankly, I watched as he leaned over me and around me to spread the towels on the edge of the hot tub.

Before I could ask, he lifted me from the water and laid me on the bed of terry cloth, my legs still dangling over the edge of the spa.

“What—”

My unspoken question was answered when he knelt on the bench, positioning himself between my legs, my knees propped on his broad shoulders.

“Oh. Oh.”

Any awkwardness vanished as he took me in his mouth and kissed me. My eyes slid closed, the carnality of seeing his strong torso between my thighs almost too much for my overwrought senses to bear. The sensations spiraling from the feel of his tongue on my swollen sex were all I could handle right now. It felt very decadent. Very naughty. And better than anything I could have imagined in my feeble writer’s imagination.

“Damien.” It felt so good to say his name. To know that he was the one who kissed me intimately.

I thrashed against the towels, my skin cooling from the drying water even as another heat burned me up inside.

He increased the pressure, responding to needs I never voiced, as if he knew exactly what I wanted long before I did. I gripped fistfuls of towel in each hand, holding on for dear life. Anchoring myself to this moment and grounding myself in the reality of it. Damien Fraser kissed me. Licked me.