Reckless In Love (The Maverick Billionaires #2)(42)

She flipped on the timer and bubbles rumbled up from the tub’s jets. Grabbing a clip off the poolside table, she raised her arms to wind her hair into a knot that she secured in back. Sebastian found everything about her utterly erotic. Her dress still on, she stepped down into the water. “Perfect.”

His suit jacket was way too hot against his skin. He’d kept it on because he’d had Braedon’s check in his pocket, and he’d wanted to present it to her as if he were a hunter arriving home with a kill for his queen.

“Are you coming in?” Water frothed at the hem of her dress. Leaning over, she wet her fingers, then flicked them at him. Her playful smile tucked itself close to his heart.

“You first,” he said, his voice harsh in his throat.

He silently willed her to strip off her dress. He’d never wanted anything so badly in his life—to see her glistening skin, her round breasts, smooth abdomen, and every treasure he’d dreamed of night after night.

Her smile was as seductive as Cleopatra enslaving Mark Antony. She curled her fingers into the dress’s hem and teased it up even as she took another step down. She pulled it up, up, up and over her head as she sank into the swirling tub. He had a glimpse of pearled nipples and creamy skin before she tossed the dress on the deck and covered herself to the neck in bubbling water.

“Cheat,” he said.

She laughed, the husky sound that drove him nuts. God, he wanted her. Her sweetness, her laughter, her heat. She was gorgeously naked in all that bubbling water. He didn’t know if he had the capacity to join her without simply falling on her and taking everything he’d tortured himself with in the dark of the night. He almost couldn’t remember why he hadn’t already taken her to heaven. Could almost forget about his past, about needing to avoid toxic love at all costs. On top of that, he didn’t want the sale of the rams to have anything to do with this moment.

Yet none of those reasons could stop him from kicking off his shoes and socks and tugging off his jacket. Buttons popped, skittered across the deck, and fell through the slats as he tossed his shirt. His pants came next and he kicked them aside before walking down into the water to join her, still wearing his boxers.

“Now who’s the cheat?” she murmured softly above the churning water.

“Two can play that game.” His hand reached out to her as if something else controlled him.

She floated to him. Then she was straddling him. The water was hot, steam rising, the stars overhead bright and shining down on her, turning her eyes a deep glittering green.

“Sebastian,” she whispered, all the teasing suddenly gone.

She framed his face in her hands and lowered her mouth to his. His fingers flexed on the smooth skin of her hips, pulling her tightly against him. She rocked as she kissed him, sent him out of his mind with her lips, her tongue, the core of her body. Then he roamed, the pads of his fingers all over her pliable flesh. He caressed from her hips, down her thighs, and back up, close to her center, then traced her belly, her breasts, her shoulders, and back to her nipples. She moaned into his mouth as he played with the tips, teasing, flicking, pinching lightly.

She was hotter than the water, burning him straight through his boxers, her arms tight as she devoured his very essence. He took her hot nipple between his lips and she threw her head back, breathing out his name again. Hands molded to her torso, he sucked the sweet fruit as she quivered and quaked over him. He bit her gently, and she cried out, her fingernails deliciously scoring his shoulders. He wanted to make her come just like this, to bring her over with only his mouth and hands on her breasts.

“Sebastian, please.”

He knew she was close, almost there, her breath puffing from her lips, then a gasp. In one swift move, he trailed a finger between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at him in luscious surprise at the exact moment that the tremors began to roll through her, her eyes closing as her hips rolled in a perfect rhythm of pleasure over his hand again and again.

God, she was beautiful.

Finally, she opened her eyes. He was so mesmerized by her sexy smile and the hot light in her eyes that when she slid her hand inside his boxers and engulfed him with her palm, he nearly came undone.

“Let me taste you,” she whispered. “I can’t wait any longer to taste you.”

He wanted her hands and mouth on him so badly that he surged out of the water and sat on the side of the tub before he could get his brain to start working again. Right then he didn’t care whether the time was right, whether the sale of the rams had anything to do with it, or whether the two of them might emotionally destroy each other down the road. All he cared about was having her mouth on him before he went mad with desire for her and took her right here, right now, in the hot tub, with her naked creamy skin against his and no protection anywhere in sight.

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Sebastian’s torso was pure rippling muscle, so beautiful that Charlie’s chest tightened simply looking at him. Proud, hard, magnificent. And begging for her.

Or maybe she was the one begging for him?

Of course, when pleasure came this sweet, it didn’t matter who was begging, did it? She was smiling at the thought as she lowered her lips to him. His groan echoed into the night air as she tested, tasted, savored with her tongue.

His thigh muscles grew taut and his breath came out harshly, as if he’d been sprinting to get to her. She looked up into his beautiful tight features and reveled in the way she could make him feel, make him forget, make him want. And he wasn’t the only one panting—she was too, as she gave him what they both needed, taking him deep. Then deeper still.