By Request Collection April-June 2016. Оливия Гейтс
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been looking down at her chest, at her ugly bra, but then he shifted his gaze to her face, to her eyes. His touch halted as they met in a kiss. It was easy and sexy, and each time they parted lips, they kept hold of each other with their warm breath, and when they came back together it was a jolt of the best kind. Again and again, as if they were near a waterfall, lying in a meadow, alone in a steamy cave, all at once while never leaving the simple, spacious bathroom in an ordinary hotel.
Both of his hands, so strong and real, went to her bare waist and she came back to earth. He undid the buttons of her jeans as if he were popping champagne corks, and the image made her laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing. You. A bubble bath.”
Just his smile did startling things to her. “Exciting, huh?”
“You have no idea. I have recurring dreams of taking long, luxurious soaks in perfectly scented water.”
“Did they include a devilishly handsome man tending to your every need?”
She sighed as she leaned against him. “They will from now on.”
“Good,” he said, his lips close to her ear. “Keep that thought.” Pulling away, he turned off the water, then came back to finish his task.
“I like that look.”
She shook her head, not understanding.
“You, just like that. Your jeans open, bare feet.”
“My retro bra?”
“Yes, even your retro bra. I want to get my camera, take a picture. I’d put it up on the inside of my locker.”
She grinned, because it was such a sweet notion. “You’re a long way from locker rooms.”
“I don’t know. I could go to a gym. I think I’d sign up for one if you’d be my pinup.”
“Those kind of lockers are temporary.”
His smile changed into something else. “And you’re for keeps.”
She stopped. Stopped everything, including breathing, because he hadn’t meant…That would be ridiculous. Turning away, not wanting to see him wince at his mistake, she finished taking off her jeans.
When she reached behind to unfasten her bra, he touched her hands, moving them down. His mouth went to the curve of her neck, where he brushed away the awkwardness with his cool lips and warm tongue.
She let her bra slide down her arms, pool at her feet. His gentle hands cupped her, teased her nipples. She cocked her head to the side to give him all the room he wanted, and he kept up his delicious assault on the sensitive skin just below her ear.
Her eyes opened—she hadn’t even realized they were closed. Now she was facing the mirror, but she couldn’t see herself or Tucker clearly. They were shapes in the steam, nothing specific and real, and wasn’t that perfect?
Nothing real. This was the image she’d hang on to. The one that felt like a dream. Anything else was too dangerous.
Tucker chose that moment to run his hand down her belly straight into her panties. Dreams be damned. His finger found the precise spots that would give her the most pleasure, and he played her like a Stradivarius.
Part of what made her body thrum was listening to his breathing change. Deepen. Grow harsh and insistent as she trembled. Two fingers pushed inside her, though the building pressure of his circling thumb was what got to her the most.
Standing was becoming an issue. She reached behind her and grabbed what she could. Lucky for her, it was mostly his butt. God, the thickness of the denim was unfair. She wanted skin…she wanted to grip him with both hands and feel those muscles. Mark him so that later, when they were in bed, she could run her tongue where she’d scratched.
“Jesus,” he whispered. The pumping stopped as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his trapped erection against her bottom. He hadn’t even taken off her panties, and she was going to come.
She ground back into him, even though it cost her the pressure of his thumb, the steady buildup of intensity. Didn’t matter, his groan was worth it.
He bent lower again, and this time, he wasn’t teasing. Not with his fingers and not with his mouth. There were no kisses. Just his voice. Closer than anything, almost inside her head as he whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on. I want to feel you squeeze around my fingers. Do it. I’ve got you.” His warm breath clipped her ear. “Just let go. Let go.”
Every muscle strained. Then she shattered. But he was there to catch all the pieces.
TUCKER WAS ABOUT AS HARD as he’d ever been, but there was no way on this earth he was going to disrupt Annie’s bliss. She could barely stand, which he took full credit for, and the bathtub was ready and waiting. He was going to massage her neck, even though there was no really comfortable place to sit. But then there didn’t seem to be much comfort at all in his immediate future. Which was okay. He wasn’t the one who’d had to deal with that joke of a shower in her farce of a cabin. He hadn’t given up every luxury, every piece of himself, to hide from an uncertain future.
He’d tried to think what he would have done in her situation, at least what he knew of it, and he doubted strongly that he would have devoted himself to the care and feeding of abandoned animals.
“Oh, my God,” she said, stirring as he pulled his hands from out of her panties. He’d made sure not to linger inside her after her orgasm, because she was sure to be sensitive and there was so much more of the night left. But it took a lot for him to stop petting her just below the line of her underwear.
“Are you ready to get into the tub?”
She nodded. Her arms dangled by her sides, her head lolled to the right. Even her eyes were half-lidded. “That was…”
“Yes,” he said, kissing her lightly on the top of her shoulder. “Can you stand? Just for a minute. Let’s get those panties off so you can get in the tub.”
“Ohhh. The bath. Yes. Okay.”
He waited for a sign she intended to move at all. Finally, just when he was planning how he could carry her into the tub without causing a horrible mess, she shifted her weight from him to her own two feet. “There we go.”
“I’m perfectly capable of standing on my own,” she said, awfully petulant for someone swaying as if she were drunk.
“I am very aware of that fact, Ms. Sheridan. You are capable of so much.”
She sniffed, then smiled. “Are you getting in the tub with me?”
“Nope. That’s all yours.”
“But what about…” She turned around and put her hand directly over his cock.
He jerked back as if she’d burned him. “That’s fine. We’ll take care of that later. It’s your turn to relax.”
“That’ll probably be gone by the time I’m done.”
“It won’t be gone for long, I promise.”
She sighed, and he could see her returning from her orgasmic haze. With a two-handed push and a hip wiggle, her underpants dropped to the floor. “That was better than any massage I’ve ever had at any spa.”
“I should hope so. Damn. What spas do you go to?”
“I wasn’t being literal.” She walked over to the tub and put her fingers in the water. The bubbles weren’t as plentiful as they had been, but there were still enough. “Perfect.”
“Good. I’ll let you get settled, then come back to lend a hand.”
She smiled as her eyes widened. “Like the one you just gave me?”
“I was thinking of a shoulder rub, but I aim to please.”