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Passion was passion, nothing more, nothing less. Don’t make it out to be something it isn’t.
Damn conscious. It spoke logic to her at the most inopportune times.
“Shouldn’t you be the one getting undressed since you need the soak?” Her hand strayed back, stroking down his hip, his thigh and she felt him shudder the slightest bit beneath her touch.
“You need a soak, too. You’re still damp. And probably cold.” His fingers went to the top of her chest, slowly working the little pearl buttons undone one by one. “That hot bath will warm you right up.”
She’d be hot as fire by the time he was done undressing her. Those long, sure fingers worked quick, unbuttoning all of the tiny buttons and then sliding the top of her dress down, over her shoulders, down her arms. She shrugged out of it, let it fall around her waist and he untied the belt, letting the Swiss dotted length of fabric drop to the floor.
“Virginal white,” he murmured, easing the elasticized waist of her dress down over her hips. “And yet so sinful underneath.”
She shivered, knew he referred to her lingerie. She’d always indulged in frivolous, expensive lingerie but now it was even more exciting to pull out all the stops and wear her best stuff.
Now that she had a man who appreciated it so wholeheartedly.
“Such a contradiction.” Once he got the dress past the top of her thighs, it dropped to her feet in a puddle and she stepped out of it, kicking it out of the way. Standing in just her underwear and red shoes, she saw their reflection in the glass and her breath stalled in her throat.
Justin’s big strong arms, one slung around her stomach, his hand and fingers spread wide. The other hand slid from her waist, down her hips, sparks flying everywhere he touched. His head was bent, his mouth brushing against her neck. She arched into his embrace and her breasts thrust forward, her knee slightly bent. The look of arousal on her face was unmistakable.
“So gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear just before he took a bite, his teeth tugging on the sensitive lobe. Another shiver moved through her, her panties dampened and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.
All because of his words, his gentle touch.
She stared into the glass and when his head lifted, his eyes met hers, a knowing smile crossing his too-gorgeous face.
“You like to watch?”
Stephanie nodded, unable to speak, her voice long gone. All she could do was feel.
And continue to watch their reflection.
* * *
Justin had no idea their images were reflected in the window. When he glanced up and caught Stephanie studying them so raptly the fresh surge of lust that coursed through him was unmistakable, intense.
His hands slid over her bare stomach and her soft skin trembled beneath his touch. The tips of his fingers caressed and teased, making her sigh, making her eyes widen as she watched.
As they both watched.
Nudging her from behind he let her feel just how much he wanted her. How much it seemed he always wanted her. Uncontrollable was this lust, this need he had for her. Yeah, he liked having sex but usually he wasn’t so raring to go so quickly.
With Stephanie, it felt as if he always wanted her. As if he walked around with a permanent hard-on. He hadn’t experienced something like this in forever, not since he was a teen.
And he certainly had never felt that way about one specific woman.
His hands landed on her hips and tugged her closer, his erection settling between her lush ass cheeks. He released her with one hand, undid the fly of his jeans and shucked them quickly, kicking them off. Then he reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, desperate to be close to her, experience skin on skin.
She was so soft, so smooth and he couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roaming freely, taking their time. Her head moved back and forth slowly, her hair brushing against his jaw, his mouth and he bent to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
He reared back up and stared at her in the reflection. Tender gestures, he rarely gave them. Hell, he’d never been a tender, romantic gesture type of guy ever. He could smooth talk with the best of them, had charmed his way into more pairs of panties than he cared to count but he wasn’t one for sweetness.
That wasn’t a part of the deal. This was all about intense, all consuming fucking. And the two of them had that going on in spades.
So why was he behaving this way?
Stephanie grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts, showing him exactly what she wanted. He obliged, cupping her abundant flesh, kneading, his thumbs playing with her nipples that poked against the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned, the sound rippling through him and his cock jerked in anticipation. When he heard her throaty laugh he knew she’d felt that jerk, too.
“Shouldn’t the tub be full by now?” she asked, her voice sounding of pure temptation and sin.
