He hesitated. But why wait? She was welcoming him in. He twisted the knob, his heart hammering in his chest. But when he opened the door, for some reason even though he knew what to expect, he was still surprised by the sight. Kelsey was in the bathtub.
“Sorry, for just coming by…”
She gave him a half smile. “I’m glad you did.”
“You doing okay?”
“Not really.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“You could get your butt into this tub.”
Was she for real? Because if she was, he could probably have his clothes stripped off in two point five seconds. But he didn’t want to come across as presumptuous.
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. Get in.”
He undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and shimmied out of them. As he did, he glanced up, catching her watching him. She didn’t look away which turned him on even more. When he gathered his t-shirt at the hem and yanked it over his head, she bit her lip, her eyes dark.
When he tugged his boxer briefs off his hips, stepping out of them, his chest filled with anticipation. He stepped into the tub, the hot water stinging his feet. He sat down across from her, the bubbles surrounding them both.
“I’m glad you came.”
“I was beginning to wonder if we were ever gonna get a moment alone together again or if that one time was a fluke.” He scratched at his chin. “Not that I’m assuming…that tonight…we…you know?”
She snorted a laugh. “We better,” she stated so matter of factly it riled him right up. He stretched his long legs out, wrapping them around the outsides of her body.
He leaned closer to her, reaching his arms around her and feeling the wet, smooth skin as his hands ran down her back.
“I missed you.”
“You missed me or…” Her brows waggled.
“You. Definitely you. But…I’ve been anticipating this. Or nearly this. This, right here, right now, is better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Show me,” her voice purred, begged.
Was he hearing her correctly? He felt like he was in a dream. Or like he was watching this happen to someone else. Because it couldn’t be reality for him to be this lucky. To be in a bath with someone this beautiful, this amazing, and she was asking him for it.
He took her face in his hand and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Or at least he intended it to be soft. But when she opened her mouth to him, he couldn’t resist. He took a hold of her jaw and moved his lips against hers, forcing his tongue inside and intertwining it vigorously against hers, heat pooling in his groin.
She clasped her legs around his waist, pressing her entire front against his. He wanted to take her then and now, to be inside of her. She thrust her hips into him, signaling she was wanting this as much as him.
But somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered he was going to take things slow this time. He was going to take his time and memorize everything about her body. Each dip and curve of her body, each freckle.
He pulled away from their kisses that made his head spin, made him feel delirious and shoved his face into her neck. She giggled and shoved him away. But then pulled him back to her, pushing her fingers through his hair and yanking his head down to her breasts.
It was the perfect opportunity, an invitation, a request to pay attention to the beauty before him. He started simple, sweeping a tongue across a nipple, and she gasped. A few more attempts at arousing her before he sucked nearly an entire breast into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and breathed harder, faster. And then he lifted his chin, returning his mouth to hers. She dug her fingernails into his back, then his butt and it sent him in a frenzy.
Davis slipped an eager hand in between her legs, at first running a palm up and down the inside of her thighs. Her moans gave him the urgency to continue. It was agonizing for him as well, the slow movement of his fingertips as he moved in closer, up and down, finding a rhythm they both seemed to appreciate.
With each movement of his fingertips, she arched into him. She swept her tongue over his ear and ran a hand down his chest, teasing the trail of hair until she reached the point of no return. He shuddered at her touch, wanting, and needing and at the same time, hoping she’d stop. Before he exploded in her hand, he took a hold of her smooth backside and he slipped inside of her. She clutched his shoulders and gasped as he landed into her. Harder. Deeper.
She moved with him, and together they rode it out. This yearning, this lust, this hunger. He simultaneously wished it would never end and at the same time, anticipated the end. He wanted her to come undone in his arms, in the light, to see the look in her eyes, the way she appeared when she lost all control at his touch, at his movement. He willed her to finish while he watched.
“Ready? Come for me.”
