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Her heart squeezed. “I have skills, Coburn. I need to be using them.”
“I know that.” He pressed his fingers into her shoulders and turned her around. “I have continually underplayed your job. I’ve never fully understood until tonight when I saw you with James how amazing what you do is.”
Something that felt a lot like hope sprang to life inside her. Maybe this could work between them. Maybe they could change. Maybe she just needed to stop thinking, stop analyzing as she always did and follow her heart. Give them a chance.
Coburn unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. His heated gaze roamed over her swollen flesh, the greedy edge to it making her insides quiver.
“I swear to God that scene at the dinner table nearly set me off,” he muttered, sliding his thumbs over the partially puckered peaks of her breasts to bring them to aching erectness. “You should have let me finish it.”
Fire raced through her veins. “That was not happening.”
“Now it is,” he murmured in her ear. “Get in the shower, Diana.”
She stepped into the shower, her jellylike legs barely holding her in the wake of his softly issued promise. The hot, heavenly spray poured down over her as Coburn stripped off his bloody clothes. She turned into the jets, letting the hot steam take her, washing away the nightmare of the past two hours.
Coburn stepped in behind her, the huge steam shower more than large enough for both of them. In fact she thought it might have been designed with half a dozen people in mind. But her husband wasn’t keeping his distance. He washed himself quickly, then picked up the lemon-scented soap and started working on her. His hands built a lather down her back, over the curve of her buttocks, which he lavished with an inordinate amount of attention, and then the length of her legs.
He stayed kneeling at her feet as he nudged her to turn around. Then he ran the bar of soap over her calf, up her thigh and repeated the pattern on her other leg. When he cupped her between the legs, ostensibly to spread the lather there, his big palm squeezing her sensitized flesh, she moaned and leaned back against the wall. He stood and tossed the soap on the ledge, his muscular, powerful body pressing her harder into the tiles. His fingers wound themselves in her wet hair, his mouth claiming hers as he brought his hand between her thighs again, this time to claim her with the slick invasion of his fingers. She moved her hips against his hand, reveling in the pleasure he gave her with every smooth slide of his powerful fingers. The pressure built, and soon she was begging, pleading for release in incoherent little sentences. His mouth stilled on hers, his breathing rough against the hiss of the spray.
“I need to taste you, baby.” His sexy rasp stoked the fire inside her, his eyes spearing hers as he drew back to look at her, a barely restrained hunger in his gaze. “Your sweetness...how I make you feel. It was all I could think about tonight touching you.”
Her legs threatened to buckle. Coburn reached past her, shut the shower off and found a towel to wrap her in. She gave her wet hair a quick rub before he lifted her up, walked through to the bedroom and deposited her on the huge king-size bed. She felt like the prey of some large jungle animal as he joined her, intent written in his midnight blue eyes. Her stomach curled in on itself as he curved his palms under her thighs, bent her knees back and exposed her to the heat of his gaze.
She closed her eyes. It was too intense, all of it, to bear. She wasn’t sure what was more erotic, how much she loved it when he did this to her or how much he enjoyed doing it.
The first slide of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh shattered any remnants of numbness, her body a desperate instrument for him to play. She arched against him, seeking, wanting more. He gave it to her with hot strokes of his tongue that laved her, devoured her, until every nerve ending in her body was centered between her legs, focused on what he was doing to her.
He wrapped her legs over his shoulders and delved deeper. She screamed; she couldn’t help herself. His fingers bit tighter into her hips to hold her where he wanted her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give yourself to me. You taste so insanely good.”
She buried her fingers in his wet hair to anchor herself as he shifted his focus to the delicate little nub at the heart of her. He slid fingers back inside her at the same time his tongue lashed over her clitoris with deadly intent. She arched into him, focusing on the release he could give her. When he pressed his fingers into her stomach and took her over the edge, her hoarse cry reverberated in her ears. The white-hot pleasure that radiated from her center to every nerve ending licked her up like an all-consuming flame.
