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“Good.” His dimples flash. “Just checking.”
I take a moment to appreciate how damn attractive he is. Steam makes his skin glisten with luminosity. Heat gives his cheeks and lips a rosy color. Damp black hair. Gray eyes sparkle with joy.
Is this really my fate? To be linked to six beautiful, passionate males who only dream of my happiness?
“You know,” I murmur and swipe my fingers down his nose. “You’re incredibly sexy in the bath.”
His eyes crinkle. “You’reinthe bath.”
My heart leaps. “I am.”
“What’s the verdict on the bathwater situation? Do I need to find a drinking straw?”
I cover his lips with mine. His growl is low, breathy, and dripping with need. His cock stiffens beneath me.
“Tell me, Willow,” he mutters against my lips. “Have you been fucked in a bath before?”
“You know I haven’t.”
“Do you think my cock is safe from falling off?”
I laugh. “Better watch out.”
His face deadpans. “I’m actually serious.”
My hand glides down his front, wraps around his shaft and strokes. His eyes grow unfocused, but he keeps them locked with mine. Watching his downfall is the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed. My hand, my touch, is doing this to him. Need simmers in my blood.
“Turn around,” he whispers gruffly.
It hurts to look away from the raw desire on his face, but I turn. His splayed palm presses against my sternum until I recline against his back, mostly submerged in the water. Fear flutters in my pulse.
My hands slap on the bath’s edge. I try to pull myself up, but he holds me firm.
“I’m here,” he says. When I stop resisting, he slides his hand down my stomach, between my thighs, and circles the heel of his palm against my mound. “Relax.”
“I am,” I whimper, resisting the arousal. It will distract me too much.
His chuckle trembles down my spine. He swipes a finger through my slit, flicks my clit. Sparks of pleasure shoot from his touch.Fuck, that felt good. I let go of the tub.
“That’s better.” He kisses my neck, fingers my pussy, and kneads my breast. Stimulation overloads my senses. A shuddering, helpless moan slips from my lips, and I melt against him. My climax breaks in what feels like seconds and I whimper when it’s over.
Fox’s shuddering, stilted breath has me twisting. I need to see what I do to him, need to see that desire on his face. This curse might be around forever. It won’t matter if I know he doesn’t see it. I’ll survive. Water sloshes as I slide around on his lap. My pulse quickens and I clutch his biceps, tensing. My bottom rubs his erection, and he bites his lower lip to stop a groan. When I look at his face, I’m not disappointed. He is agonized with need for me.
“I love seeing your thoughts on your face.” I swipe condensation from his brow.
Lust-drenched eyes hit mine. He seems to want to speak but can’t. A plea enters his eyes. He also can’t seem to voice his desire with thoughts, either.
“I know what you need, baby,” I murmur against his lips and straddle him.
I undulate against him to roll my hips into position. When my breasts glide against his wet chest, we both moan. So slippery. So much sensation. His cock is so hard, so ready to fuck, it must hurt. Holding his heavy-lidded gaze, I impale myself on it. He hisses, whimpers.
I bite his neck to anchor myself through the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, and threatening to annihilate me.
His fingers flex on my hips. “Willow, you’re so tight.”
The sight of this ancient demigod undone by the feel of me is a heady aphrodisiac. I rock gently on him, roll my hips, and glide up and down his length, but the water sloshes. Reminds me it’s there. I can’t find a rhythm.
In a flicker of light, we’re suddenly on his bed, dripping and soaked on the sheets. Panting for breath, I take a moment to adjust. He’s inside me still, beneath me, waiting until I’m ready.
