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“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent sure. One million percent! Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise.” She kissed him again. “Please, Cal, take me. Love me.”
His eyes blazed with heat as he flexed his hips, one long, glorious thrust, so that she felt him deep inside her. Her head fell back as she lifted her hips to take him even deeper.
His strokes were slow and measured as he braced himself on his arms, yet he shook with the effort to take his time, to push her higher, make her crazier.
“You.” He sucked in a breath. “Feel.” Let it out in an exhale that shook through him. “So damned good.”
Then he closed his eyes, and the slow steady rock of his body was unbearable, the pleasure overwhelming. She clamped around him as all the tension stole down to her center, her very core. And broke inside her.
The world exploded. She called out his name. And that was when Cal slammed his hips into her, turning the climax cataclysmic.
* * *
Cal woke alone in the airplane bed to the sound of water running. He had never felt so languid, so sated. He stretched, breathed deeply, let it out. He hadn’t looked at the clock, didn’t know how long he and Lyssa had slept.
He was angry with himself for giving in to his need for her. For letting his insane hunger override all rational thought. But the sound of that water, and the knowledge that she was naked in the shower, made his desire rise higher than any self-recriminations could.
It was a siren’s call he had to answer.
Sliding naked from the bed, he headed to the bathroom door, thinking he’d find her in the shower. Instead, he found her buried in bubbles up to the neck.
She shut off the water when she saw him, naked before her and boldly ready to do everything all over again. To experience the wonder of her against his body, the tight, wet heat of her around him.
She reached out a hand slippery with bubbles. “Come join me.”
He knew he shouldn’t. Hell, he shouldn’t have let himself notice she was a beautiful woman, shouldn’t have let himself touch her, shouldn’t have given in to the powerful urge to kiss her. But of course, since he couldn’t think straight around her, he climbed right into the tub, standing over her long enough for her to wrap her hand around his erection.
He had never seen such a wicked smile on a woman’s face. She was magnificent, her breasts playing peekaboo with the bubbles.
She stroked him, and he did the unthinkable, curling his hand around hers and helping her. It was crazy good, the sight of their hands. He slid down into the water with her and kissed her.
“I love the way you taste,” he said between kisses. “I love the way you feel.” He reached beneath the water and played with the aroused flesh between her thighs, sending her to the edge of bliss in under a minute.
“Wait, not yet.” She opened her eyes, her gaze stroking him. “I want to wash you. Then you can wash me.”
She found a fruity body soap, squirted a dollop on her hand, and stood.
“I’d rather watch you do it yourself,” he said.
Her smile was hot enough to make the water boil. And she soaped up, washed her breasts, slowly, lingering where he wanted his hands and mouth. Then her arms, but when she headed south, he stood, took the body wash, and lathered up. With his eyes on hers, he soaped away the residue of their lovemaking, washed every inch, all her sexy nooks and crannies as her gaze turned even more needy.
Then she started on him, making him want to beg. Yet he needed the slow, easy nature of it, the rising tension as he relished her touch.
When there wasn’t another inch to be washed, they sank into the water. He rolled, bringing her on top, lodging himself between her legs before telling her, “I want to taste all of you.” Hands under her hips, he raised her until she was a feast begging for his mouth. He lapped gently, savoring her before delving deep, finding the pearl between her legs. He gave her everything, holding her tight against him, licking, sucking, swirling until her legs started to shake.
He felt the clench of her body, knew she was close, and with his tongue still on her, he filled her with two fingers.
She put her head back, cried out, riding the long wave of pleasure, and finally she collapsed against him. Rising, he lifted her out of the water, stood her on the bath mat, and toweled them both dry.
Then, lifting her until she straddled him, he carried her back to the bed. Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his waist as he plunged deep, filling her up, filling himself up, and taking her to the pinnacle once more.
