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But this wasn’t her show. “Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to watch you this time.”
She straightened, her eyes wide. She knew he was referring to the afternoon he’d suprised her in the tent in Prineville.
“You did know,” she said with dismay.
He chuckled. “Of course. And not a single day has gone by since that I haven’t thought about it and wished I’d been there to watch.”
She looked even more surprised, but the flush creeping across her neck told him the idea aroused her, too. Still, she shook her head, a slight negative. “I don’t think I can do it with you watching.”
“Sure you can,” he coaxed. “If it helps, you can close your eyes.”
She dropped her gaze to the floor, almost bashful, and the contrast nearly made him laugh. His sexy bombshell, naked in the shower—the woman who was as uninhibited with him as any lover he’d ever had, and ten times more responsive—was embarrassed to touch herself in front of him. But she needed to trust him if he was going to make any headway in changing her riding style, and the bedroom—or the shower, in this case—was a good place to build that trust.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to his cock, which grew even harder under her scrutiny. “I don’t want to close my eyes,” she said in a quiet voice. “I want to look at you.”
“That’s fine, too, babe. Whatever works.”
He tracked her fingers as they trailed excruciatingly slowly down her stomach to her upper thigh. Tom wanted to see those fingers moving lower so bad he could hardly breathe, but they came to a stop just short of the goal.
“Now you’re killing me,” he growled.
“You want to know what I was thinking about that day?” she asked him in a whisper.
At the time, he’d been sure she was thinking about her husband, and it had made him almost sick with jealousy. If anything, the jealousy was worse now. If this woman ever figured out what she did to him, he was a goner.
“That depends,” he said. “Will I like it?”
“Oh, I think so. Only you’ll have to do me a favor if you want me to tell you.”
“What’s that?” he asked, willing to give her just about anything if she’d start moving her hand again.
“I want to see you touch yourself, too.” The whole time they’d been talking, she’d never raised her eyes from his crotch. Obviously, she liked what she saw there, because she brought her other hand to her breast and swept it across her nipple. When it drew to a tighter peak, her breath caught in her throat. “Get going,” she demanded.
Fascinated, he followed orders and began to stroke himself slowly, gratified by the way her eyes tracked his movements as if they were the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she widened her stance, giving him a better view and causing his hand to speed up unconsciously.
Then, without stopping what she was doing between her legs, she told him—in great detail—what she’d been fantasizing about that day, and he nearly came on the spot.
He needed to be inside her. Now.
The shower wasn’t going to work. Lexie had turned the tables on him, and this was no longer an exercise in getting her to trust him. Now it was a test of his self-control, which was in truly sorry shape from her confession. No way would this be the slow, gentle, drawn-out coupling he’d imagined, and he couldn’t have her slipping and getting hurt. Without even bothering to turn off the water, he pulled her out of the shower by one arm and positioned her up against the vanity countertop with her back to him.
“Lex” was all he could manage to say.
“Yeah?”
“Bend over.”
She didn’t hesitate, and the way she leaned over the counter, spreading her legs wide, tipping her hips up invitingly, banished any doubt he had over whether she knew what she was doing to him. She wanted this every bit as much as he did.
He braced one hand on her hips and teased her clit with the head of his cock, covering himself with her slick, wet heat. Their eyes met in the mirror as he moved inside her. Hers were huge and dark, her pupils dilated, and he couldn’t look away. Water streamed off their bodies, dripping from his chest onto her back as he drove in and out of her, and though he wanted to ease up, to savor her, he was way beyond that sort of control.
It didn’t matter, because Lex was, too. With a few quick flicks of her fingers between her legs, she came in a tight clutch that unraveled him completely. Staring helplessly into her reflected eyes, he gave himself over to her.
And damn it, in that moment, he wanted to tell her everything.
Tom dangled a pair of three-inch patent leather heels from one finger, and Lexie rolled her eyes.
“Please. I’m not buying those.”
