“Are you kidding? I’m dying to. I’ll see if I can get Coach Chance to let me slip out for a while.” Finished with my second leg, he drapes them both over his thighs and gets more bath gel.
Before I can respond, his big warm, soap-covered hands are on my breasts, gently squeezing, sliding over my stomach, and slipping between my legs. My breath hitches at the intimate touch. His fingers rub in swift circles as he leans in, taking my mouth hungrily. It’s nothing less than possession, pure and simple. The way he cares for me, the way he touches me, the way he devours my lips—all of it screams one word: mine.
Easing back with a smile, I pick up the bottle of body wash and pour some into my hand, intent on memorizing the way his muscles feel, the way his skin heats at my touch.
As I begin to work the soap over him, he lets out a low groan. “God, that feels good.” His muscles contract and flex as he moves his body in response.
He’s so beautifully carved from all the hard work he puts in, I could almost cry. I can’t believe I’m with him. That he wants me like this.
I’m burning from the inside out and it has nothing to do with the temperature of the water. Beau massages my breasts and teases my nipples until they’re tightly puckered. Our bodies sliding together, soapy and slick, is the stuff dreams are made of.
I wrap my legs more tightly around him, bringing us closer. He groans deep in his throat as I grind against his erection.
I want.
I want his lips on mine.
I want his cock inside me.
I want his heart for my own.
I never knew I’d want any of that with him. A week ago, I would have laughed. But now things are very different.
“Seven.” Beau grips the back of my neck, the look on his face urgent as he drags my lips to his. All the breath is kissed right out of me. I’m drowning in desire. Suffocating. And I don’t want it any other way.
“I want to feel you, Lyla. All of you.” He slips his hand between my legs again, gently caressing my clit before sliding a few fingers inside me.
Edging back so I can look into his eyes, what I see there floors me. Naked emotion. Vulnerability. As if what happened earlier has affected him more than he’ll ever likely say. And he needs me right now. Needs to know I’m okay. I slowly nod. “I’m on the pill. Do you want to—”
“Fuck, yes.”
My heart hammers in my chest. And a shot of lust sets me into motion.
I shift back and switch positions, kneeling over him. Below the water, I stroke his shaft, and the feel of him hard like this spurs me on. Makes me want to do wicked, naughty things with him. These thoughts override everything else as I guide him to my entrance, spread my legs further, and sink down onto his dick. I gasp in surprise at how deep he is at the same time he hisses out a breath.
“Fuck that’s good.” Beau’s jaw is tense and I can tell—he’s trying his damnedest to maintain control. He grips my hips, and I grasp the edge of the tub behind him. Ever so slowly, I begin to slide up and down on his warm, hard cock. Our slick nakedness and the feel of the water on my skin has me in a state of arousal I’ve never been in before. “Yes. Fuck,” I pant as his cock hits me just right. Holy shit. This is so fucking hot.
Beau groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He takes full advantage of my breasts being right in front of him and buries his face between them. Tension coils tightly inside me. I’m right on the edge as he grabs my ass with both hands.
Our movements become frantic, each of us needing more and more of this delicious high. The water sloshes up and out of the tub, but there’s no stopping us now. Not when this feels so good and so, so right.
My body begins to pulse deep inside, a heady explosion of shimmering pleasure rolling through me. I cry out. Loudly.
Beau’s body stiffens below me right before he thrusts one final time. “Lyla… Oh, fuck, Lyla,” he groans out.
Spent, I collapse against his chest and his arms automatically wrap me up tightly in his warm, wet embrace. It takes us a while for our breathing to regulate and by the time we’re ready to get out of the tub, the water is rapidly cooling.
After pulling the plug, we discover that we’re still covered in bubbles. With a laugh, Beau holds out a hand to help me out of the tub. “Let’s rinse off in the shower.”
There’s plenty of room for both of us in the ridiculously large shower stall, so we get in at the same time and rinse off under the steamy water. With that done, we face each other.
I want to say so many things. He’s making me believe that I could actually have a meaningful relationship with someone—that this could be more than just sex between us.
But I’m terrified, so I say nothing.
Beau catches my chin in his fingers and tilts my face to his, letting his eyes roam over my face. “You okay?”
“What exactly are we talking about?”