Page 92 of Tell Me Something

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

He moved behind me, and I met his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. I couldn’t help panting with desire. The new vibrating sensation inside of me and his burning gaze had me captivated. “I want you—” I started to say that I wanted him inside me, but he put a finger to my lips.

I took it into my mouth and heard his hiss. “Fuck.”

His other hand ran up my backside. “Start with your fingers, rub that sensitive little nub for me. That’s it. Do you know how much this turns me on? You’re unbelievably sexy.”

I felt feverish for him. Watching his heavy eyes through the mirror watch me, I knew he was having a hard time staying patient.

“That’s it. Rub it harder, and I’m going to turn up the vibrator to high.”

What the hell? I realized he had a small remote in his palm and felt the change in speed with a jolt.

“That’s right. Feel it.” His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my tender nipples, rolling and teasing them to sharpened peaks.

“You’re almost there. Come for me, my Haylee.”

That was all it took as my orgasm eviscerated me completely.

His hands reached down and took out the vibrator before nudging me onto all fours. He entered me from behind, and I reveled in the fullness of his hard cock fitting inside of me as if it was made for me. Looking up in the mirror at the visual of him behind me doggy style was erotic, especially with the heat and steam surrounding us.

“You feel incredible. Do you like this?”

“Yes. God, yes.” My voice was gravelly, and my body felt like I wouldn’t stay conscious if I had another orgasm. But Josh was unrelenting as he reached around and rained an assault on my over-sensitized center of nerves. I had no choice but to meet the silent demand of his eyes in the mirror as I tumbled over the cliff. His climax followed shortly after, sending hot wetness deep inside of me.

The intimacy and power of what just happened left me completely drained, and I collapsed onto the dewy, tiled floor with him lying down beside me caressing my back.

“I think I should have a steam room and mirror installed in my apartment. What do you think?”

I gave a little moan. “I think I might not survive it, but it would be a hell of a way to go.”

“Ha, that makes two of us.”

I lay there, unable to move a muscle.

He got up, scooping me into his arms from the floor and then carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. I was pretty sure I was unconscious before he even covered me with the comforter.

THE LIGHT WASN’T YET SHINING through the blinds, and Josh was in a peaceful slumber beside me when I woke the next morning. I didn’t get very many opportunities to observe him sleep, so I propped up on an elbow and enjoyed soaking him in, from his long, soot-colored lashes to his full lips and impressively muscled chest and arms. This powerful, gorgeous, sexy man was in my bed, and he had made sure that the worst Christmas had turned into the best days after. Our relationship had reached a new intimacy where it was no longer purely sex but hand holding and soft kisses and tender moments.

I puttered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then took a long look at myself. I would not start thinking of this as anything more than a nice progression to our romance.

“Are you thinking about experimenting on your own in the mirror?”

Josh filled the doorway. My pulse instantly spiked at the sight of him in nothing but silk boxers, showing off solid chest, chiseled abs, and powerful thighs.

“Christ, Haylee, the way you look at me—it’s the hottest fuck-me look in the history of them.”

“You’re kidding. Please tell me I don’t have an actual fuck-me look.”

His response was to quirk a brow. “You have a couple, but sliding your gaze from my head on down is perhaps my favorite and the least subtle of them.”

I moved into his arms, hugging him close. “I can’t be held accountable for looking at you that way with a body like yours on display. Any woman would do the same.”

“Hmm, considering you’re splendidly naked, I would say right back at you, and you’re the only woman I want looking at me that way.”

“Oh, good answer.” My lips brushed over his.

“How about you go get the bed warm for us again? I’m going to brush my teeth, and we’ll make out.”