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His eyes smoldered and without hesitation, he unzipped his jeans and kicked them off along with his socks, leaving him standing before her in a pair of white athletic Calvin’s that left nothing to the imagination. That grin was still in place when he slipped his thumbs beneath the waistband and slid his boxers down his hips.
“Well,” she said, eyeing his erection. “That certainly looks promising.”
“Your turn,” he said.
Sweat covered his body, emphasizing his abs and stomach and without another word, she unclipped her bra, loving the way his eyes were glued to her chest. She tossed it onto the floor next to his jeans and then slowly tugged her pants past her hips, smiling when she heard his sharp intake of breath.
“If I had known you were commando, we wouldn’t have made it to dinner.”
She stepped out of her pants and walked to him. “If I had known we wouldn’t make it to dinner, I might have told you exactly what was going on underneath my pants.”
“That would be a whole lot of nothing,” he said, eyes smoldering as he reached for her.
Rick picked her up and stepped into the tub. Carefully he turned around, placing her so that she faced away from him and was between his legs. The slid into the hot water until they were both submerged and settled back. The sensation of hot, silky water sliding over her skin while she leaned against a hard male body was heavenly. She closed her eyes, smiling when his hands slid across her belly to pull her in closer.
His erection strained against her back and she was just about to do something with it, when he reached for the soap.
She watched him lather up and bit her lip when his hands slid across her breasts.
“Jesus,” she whispered, loving the way it felt to have his hands on her.
His fingers gently tugged her nipples, sending ripples of fire across her skin that had nothing to do with the piping hot water. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the pleasure as he kneaded her breasts before travelling back to her shoulders, where he massaged tight muscles until she was loose and pliant.
Rick bit her shoulder, a gentle tug that made her groan, and then lathered his large hands up again, this time heading south to her abdomen. His fingers were like magic, working their way over her stomach, to her hips and then down to her thighs.
His hands were everywhere, it seemed, but where she wanted them and she tried to angle her hips, but he laughed and held her down.
“Not yet,” Rick whispered near her ear.
Charlie exhaled and arched her back as much as she could, pushing her butt back
onto his erection.
“You’re playing dirty,” Rick gasped near her ear.
“Yeah, I am.”
Water sloshed over the top of the tub as she gripped the edge and maneuvered herself around so that she was facing him. She flipped a long wet curl over her shoulder and straddled Rick, smiling when she heard him groan.
Her hands sank into his damp hair and she kissed him. It was a long, slow, hard kiss. And as she delved deeper, her tongue exploring, coaxing and tasting, she edged closer to his erection.
“Babe, wait.”
Charlie was done. She slid over him, across him, her swollen folds teasing just as her mouth did the same to his. She continued her assault, eyes open and watching him. Oh the pleasure that gave her.
Charlie marveled at how his eyes darkened to near black. How his nostrils flared. And how the muscles across his shoulders bunched beneath her.
He was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it.
And he’s mine.
The thought slid through her mind like a fierce whisper and she stilled, eyes still on his, chest heaving and body aching with the need to connect to this man.
“Charlie?” he asked roughly, hands on her hips. She saw the questions in his expression, the wariness that crept into his eyes, and she swept his hair back, holding him close, as close as she could, so afraid this moment would end.
Why was she afraid?
“I need you inside me right now,” she said, suddenly desperate. And the weird thing was she knew it had nothing to do with sex. It was more. And that was scary.
