The Wrong Gentleman(37)

“Are my boobs particularly dirty?” she asked.

“Filthy,” I said, my hands covering them.

She giggled and entwined her legs with mine. “Is this your thing? Baths with women?”

I slid my hands down her stomach, enjoying the feel of her so close. “I can’t remember the last time I had a bath. As a kid, I guess.”

She shifted and turned her head to look up at me as if to ensure I wasn’t joking.

I dipped my head and kissed her, expecting it to be a quick peck, but when I tasted her, I couldn’t pull away and instead plowed into her mouth with my tongue as I brought my hands up to cup her breasts. She moaned and leaned back, eventually shifting her entire body and straddling me.

Her water-covered skin felt like silk under my fingers as I ran my hands up her back, then down to her perfect arse as we continued to kiss, our tongues crashing together and desperately exploring. I slipped my fingers between her legs, and when she started to squirm, I grabbed her hip with my free hand, holding her in place.

Exploring her warm folds, I found her clitoris hard and needy, and she gasped into my mouth as I pressed and circled. I held her tight as her body strained against my touch. As I pushed my fingers inside her, she sighed—relief or pleasure or both? We broke our kiss as she tipped her head back and clutched at my neck.

“Landon,” she whispered. “Landon.”

I let her rock back and forth as she began to fuck my hand, and I took in her wet breasts and smooth, wet stomach. I’d never seen anyone sexier. Her fingers tightened against my skin.

“I’m going to come.” Her eyes flew open in panic as her gaze fixed on me as if she was afraid I was going to stop her. As if she wasn’t allowed. But it was exactly what I wanted—to see this beautiful, sexy, slightly damaged woman come because of me. Her mouth formed that perfect “O” and her body tensed as our eyes stayed locked. Looking into Skylar’s face as she came at my touch had blood racing to my dick, and it pulsed beneath her.

She cried out, then slumped against my chest, her body soft and warm. Withdrawing my hand, I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

“This view,” she said after the rise and fall of her belly calmed.

“It’s pretty spectacular,” I replied, glancing down at her.

She shivered as I trailed my fingers down her back.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“I can’t tell.”

I chuckled. The temperature of the bath had cooled. It was time to move. “Let’s get you dry,” I said, shifting her so I could climb out. When out, I bent, scooped her up, and she squealed before I set her on her feet and wrapped her in a big, white towel. I picked her up again and carried her to the bed.

“Don’t move.” I set her down, lying on her back, and then found a towel to wrap around my waist and another to dry her off with. I didn’t want her to be cold. Kneeling by the side of the bed, I dried her feet, making sure I’d pressed the towel between each toe. Exposing only one small area of her body at a time, I began to dry her off.

“This is nice,” she said. “I’ve never had someone . . .”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the end of that sentence, but I could take a guess that she meant that no one else focused on her, cared whether she was wet or dry, pre-orgasm or post. Happy or sad.

I worked my way up her body, and when I got to her thighs, I opened them wide, capturing every droplet of water, and held myself back from dipping down for a quick taste of her. We have time, I told myself.

I kept making my way up her body, stopping to press a kiss against a mole just underneath her right breast. I’d not noticed it when we were together before. What else was she hiding? I worked the towel down her arm and just as I dried between her fingers, she grabbed my neck.

“I want you, Landon,” she said, twisting and lifting her thigh over my hip.

“So impatient.”

“You have enough self-control for both of us.”

I chuckled. Self-discipline wasn’t something I lacked, but I’d enjoyed these moments. I’d relished keeping Skylar warm, drying her off—caring for her.

She trailed her fingers down my chest as I abandoned the towel, and she gripped the base of my cock.

I hissed and clenched my jaw, grabbing her wrist so she didn’t move her hand.

“So you are human,” she said. “And you do want me.”

How could she think otherwise?

I reached for my wallet and found a condom. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

“Yeah, but I was carrying a tray of tequila. It might have been the booze you were focused on.”

I ripped open the condom and slid it on my flint-hard cock before pushing Skylar to her back. “Wrong,” I said as I pressed against her slick entrance. “I saw you the moment I walked into the bar.”

I pushed into her with a grunt, and she arched up from the bed. She was so fucking tight and perfect, and her skin was soft and smelled like honey—it would be so easy just to fuck and come and be desperate for her again.

“You saw me?” Her voice was breathless and ragged.

“And I wanted you right from that second.”

She groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was as a result of my confession or the slide of my cock. She brought her legs up, her thighs either side of my hips as I began to rock in and out of her, pulling every sharp breath from her lungs. It was even more perfect than it had been the first night. It was as if our bodies molded together, knew each other, understood what was necessary.