Into the Tide (Cottonwood Cove #1)(65)

“Oh, yeah? How do I hold all the power?” I moved closer, pushing to stand between her knees.

“Because you have what I want,” she purred.

My dick shot up in response.

She knew what she was doing.

I placed my hand beneath her chin and lifted so her gaze would meet mine.

“Trust me. You have what I want. But we don’t need to rush. I’ll never deny you, Lila. But I won’t do anything that I think will hurt you.”

“You think you’re going to hurt me, Bear?” She raised a brow.

“I think the way I want you right now—I might lose control, not be as patient as I need to be. And being your first time—it’s probably going to hurt a little, and you’re already hurting from that bullshit wax job, so we need to slow things down.”

“Remember, I was a college athlete. I have a pretty high suffering rate.” She waggled her brows.

“Tell me something else you want, and I’ll do it. And then I’m taking you to bed and I’m going to kiss every inch of your body until you cry out my name over and over.”

She sucked in a breath, and her teeth sunk into her juicy bottom lip. “Anything I want outside of sex?”

“Yep.”

She smiled. “There’s a huge tub in there. Take a bath with me. No sitting on the side lines. I want you naked in the water again, just like at the cove.” She chuckled.

I moved fast, startling her as I tossed her over my shoulder and slapped her ass. I jogged to the bathroom as she laughed hysterically. “I can do that. I mean, soaking in warm, dirty water is obviously sexy to you. So, I’ll give it a try.”

I set her on the bathroom counter and moved to the oversized bathtub and turned it on. Lila reached over to her makeup bag sitting beside the sink and pulled out a hair tie before gathering all her hair on top of her head and fastening it in place.

She chuckled. “The water is not dirty. And you in the tub is always sexy.”

“I want to see you naked.” I leaned against the wall beside the shower and crossed my arms over my chest.

Waiting.

“You’ve seen me naked.” Her tongue came out to glide along her lips.

“The first time it was dark. The second time I felt like some creeper checking you out after all you’d been through that night. So, now I want to take my time looking at you.”

Her breaths came faster, and a slight pink hue spread across her cheeks, beneath the little spackle of freckles. She hopped off the counter and walked over to me, turning around and giving me her back.

“Can you unzip me please?”

My fingers grazed down her silky skin as I moved the zipper down to her waist. She stepped away from me and turned around, her gaze locking with mine as her hands fell from her chest, and she let the dress drop into a puddle at her feet.

“Fuck,” I hissed, as I took her in.

Golden skin. Lean and sexy and slight curves in all the right places. My mouth watered, my eyes landing on her perfect tits, covered in black lace. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and then slowly let it slide down her shoulders before she tossed it on the floor beside her dress.

I now knew the definition for perfect tits.

These should be sculpted in gold.

A perfect handful. A perfect mouthful. Gorgeous pink nipples that were pebbled and dying to be tasted.

She watched me and then looked down. “They aren’t all that dazzling. They’re pretty small, right?”

“They’re the best tits I’ve ever seen, Snow. Don’t sell yourself short.”

She chuckled and reached for the band of her panties and slid them down her legs and then twirled for me, as if she were enjoying the way I was watching her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, my voice gruff.

“You know you don’t have to say that. I’m kind of a sure thing.” She chuckled.

Did she really think I was just blowing smoke up her ass?

“And you’re not too bad yourself. So how about you strip down and let me peruse that body of yours.”

“No fucking problem.” I shoved my shirt off my shoulders, as the buttons were already undone. And my briefs followed. We stood there gawking at one another like two teenage kids who’d never seen the opposite sex naked.

I’d seen lots of women bare themselves for me over the years.

But nothing had compared to this.

Because none of them had been Lila.

I moved toward the tub as the water was dangerously close to the top, and I turned off the faucet. “I suppose I need to get in first, seeing as I’m the big one.”

“Yep.” She smiled and moved closer. I stepped in and yelped at the water temperature.

“You’re not getting out of this, Bear,” she teased. Once I was settled in the unusually hot water, she climbed in with ease and settled between my legs. Her head leaned back and fit perfectly in the nook of my neck.

My hand moved up and down her arm before trailing over to her breasts. I traced my fingers over each one like I’d been dying to do. Two hard peaks responded to my touch, and she sighed.

“Thanks for bringing me with you this weekend.” Her eyes closed, and I loved the feel of her body against mine.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” she asked. “Have a family?”