Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(68)

He held out his hand for her, and she reached up and allowed him to help her up. His gaze lowered one last time to the trails of cum down her chest before he tugged her toward the bathroom.

Once there, he turned on the shower, and after the water had warmed, he drew her in with him. He bent his head and captured her lips with his. His mouth moved hard over hers as water rained down on them both.

His hands cupped her elbows and slid slowly up her arms until he grasped her shoulders. He didn’t overpower her, but he overwhelmed her senses. His kiss was gentle, but she felt him in every nuance of her soul.

There was no one else. Nothing but him and her. And how he made her feel.

She slid her arms around his waist and she splayed her hands over his muscled back as his lips moved from her mouth to her jaw and then her neck.

His c**k pressed into her belly. She stepped back an inch and slid one hand between them, wanting to touch him, caress him, but he grasped her wrist and halted her progress.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “If you touch me, I won’t last.”

She stared at his face, absorbing the way he looked at her, as if she was the only woman who’d ever mattered to him. She was transfixed by the unguarded emotion she saw there. It sent a host of butterflies winging their way from her stomach into her throat.

“I love how you look at me,” he said, as he reached for the soap.

She cocked her head to the side. “How am I looking at you?”

His blue eyes blazed as he returned her gaze. “Like I’m all-powerful. Like I’m the only man. Like if you ever look at another man like that, I’d kill him.”

Her cheeks grew tight, and she smiled. “I was just thinking that I loved the way you looked at me.”

He arched a brow. “And how is that?”

“Like I’m beautiful,” she whispered. “Like I’m the only woman who’s ever affected you this way. Like in a room full of other women, you’d only see me.”

“All true,” he said as he stepped even closer to her.

He began soaping her body, his touch alternately firm and gentle. When he was done, she wrestled the soap from him, despite his protests, and she began soaping his big body.

As her fingers glided over each sleek muscle, she marveled at the perfection of his physique. Not an inch of spare flesh dotted his body.

She traced the lines of his six-pack then followed the path of the line of hair leading from his chest down to his navel.

“Watch it,” he growled, when her hand dipped lower.

She giggled and jumped when he smacked her on the ass.

“If you’re done playing, let’s get out of here,” he said as he reached for the knobs to turn the water off.

They dried off together, though he did most of the work. When he was finished, he tossed the towel aside and swatted her playfully on the behind.

“In the bedroom. On the bed.”

She didn’t waste any time. She turned and hurried out of the bathroom and crawled onto the bed to wait.

He sauntered out a moment later and stood watching her as she propped herself up on her elbow. His legs were slightly spread, and his c**k was semierect. In a word, he looked perfect.

Gorgeous. Hard. Lean. Like a predator. All man. All hers.

He walked slowly to the bed where she lay. He put his hand on her leg and let it glide over the curve of her hip. With a firm push, he nudged her over on her back.

The bed dipped as he crawled onto the mattress with her. He hovered over her, looking down with his intense gaze. He lowered his head and kissed her belly.

“I’ve waited long enough to taste you,” he said as he backed down her body.

He gripped her hips then slid his hands around to her ass until he cupped the globes in his palms. Then he worked his hands down until they gripped the backs of her thighs. He rotated his hands until they rested on top of her legs, inches from her pu**y. Then he slowly spread her thighs.

He pushed outward and then up, forcing her knees to bend. She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the covers at her sides. His mouth was so close to her clit. If he so much as breathed on her, she’d come.

She ached, she pulsed. Every part of her body tingled like a sparkler spitting in fourteen directions.

With one finger, he parted her folds. Then he added another finger as he held them apart.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Pink and so feminine. Soft. I bet you taste just as sweet as you look.”

She shuddered and arched her hips, wanting more, wanting him.

Then he licked her. Her eyes flew open, and her head jerked upward as his tongue swiped across her entrance and upward to her clit.

Every muscle in her body tensed then spasmed as if her brain no longer had any control over their movements.

“Mmm, I was right. You taste delicious,” he purred.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

He lapped at her again, and she clenched her teeth as a bolt of exquisite pleasure rocked her core. She needed more, just a little harder.

But he seemed to realize just how close she was and just how much it would take to send her over the edge, because he held back. Light, teasing, he licked and nibbled along her tender flesh.

She moaned and twisted restlessly beneath him.

He raised his head to look at her. “I can see I’m going to have to tie you down if I have any hope of keeping you still.”