Page 9 of Seize Me

“Doing what?”

“You can’t come in here, all hard and tempting, and tell me you’re only going to wash my back.I haven’t had an orgasm for four damn days.You being in here looking all good and shit…I don’t need this kind of torture.”

“Watch your language, sweetheart,” he warned.“If you need an orgasm, Leagh, I’ll give you one.But it won’t be with my cock.Do you understand?”

“Oh, I understand perfectly.Thanks, but no thanks.I’ll let my fingers do the walking when I get settled into a hotel.But right now, I need you to get out of here, so I can shower without having to stare at that.”I jerked my head toward his cock.“I’m capable of washing my back, my hair, and…everything in between.I’ve been doing it for years.”

“Turn around, Leagh.Now.”

His tone demanded that my body obey even as my head screamed,“No!”Stealing one more glance at his engorged cock, I exhaled a heavy sigh, turned, and placed my palms upon the cool marble tile.The water sprayed over my face, and I closed my eyes, hoping it would wash away my embarrassment.Raw and on edge, I started as Tony’s soap slick hands and scratchy loofah caressed my skin.His very touch set my skin ablaze.So many emotions overran my senses.I was helpless to capture a single one.

“Just relax, sweetheart.That’s all I want you to do.Nothing else,” he whispered in a silky-smooth timbre.

Focused on the slow glide of Tony’s slippery fingers, my jagged nerves seemed to smooth beneath his languid touch.When he cupped the cheeks of my ass, I instinctively arched back and filled his palms.

“Behave,” he warned with a chuckle.“This isn’t exactly easy for me.I’m trying to be a gentleman, and that’s difficult enough without you adding to it, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling the burn of embarrassment rise on my cheeks.

“Don’t be.I can handle it.I want this to be all about you, so just focus on relaxing for me, angel.”

I closed my eyes and did as he requested.A soft flicker of warmth began to replace the cold void inside.I drank in the feel of his strong fingers massaging my scalp as he worked in an earthy-scented shampoo.His deep voice, full of praise, felt like a blanket of peace, one I longed to gather in tight and cling to until the turbulent sea of emotions inside me calmed.

“Spin back around, Leagh,” he murmured as he gently cupped my shoulder.

Facing him again, I wasn’t prepared to see the depth of desire reflecting in his eyes.Before I could second-guess my actions, I slanted my lips over his.The connection overwhelmed me, and with it, a level of peace I hadn’t expected.I was ravenous for more.My kiss grew more insistent, and he met my demand with his own.Sinking his tongue deep inside my mouth, Tony tightened a fist in my hair, gripping until my scalp stung.

Leaning his solid body against mine, he pressed my back against the cool tiles as his soapy fingers toyed and teased my nipples.Plucking and pinching, he tugged on each elongated peak.Need bubbled and burned beneath my clit, and I rolled my hips, desperate to feel his glorious cock drive deep inside me.Tony issued a rumbling growl and pivoted until his hard length lay throbbing upon my thigh.I felt him smile against my mouth as he swallowed my whimpers of frustration.

Gliding his slick fingers down my belly, his palm came to rest above my mound.Easing back, he peppered kisses over my jaw, down my throat and collarbone, until he captured a tight nipple between his teeth.When he nipped at the sensitized nub, my blood surged and every nerve ending sang in demand.I closed my eyes as he tugged first one nipple then the other, before laving his tongue over each aching peak.Dancing his fingertips over my swollen folds, he teased and tempted before his hand vanished entirely.I writhed and cried out in aggravation.

“Open your eyes, Leagh,” Tony commanded.“Look at me.”

Lifting my heavy lids, I gazed at him as he studied me intently.A wary expression lined his face.

“I’ll take you where you need to go, sweetheart.But you’re with me.I want your eyes open and staring into mine.”His raspy voice was like a match setting fire to an already smoldering blaze.The flames licked so hot and bright, they nearly consumed me.“This is between me and you.I won’t be a substitute for George.Do you understand?”

Tony’s words pierced deep.His image blurred as tears stung my eyes and memories of George flooded in a deluge of pain.

Tony grimaced.“I know you’re fragile right now, and I don’t want to add to your pain.”

I wanted to laugh at the irony—a sadist promising not to hurt me.Tony pulled me to his chest.His engorged cock scorched and throbbed upon my stomach.

“No matter how badly I want to make you feel better, I know you’re not ready.But damn, baby, you’re so perfect,” he murmured.

“You’re so perfect.” George had uttered those same words right before he died.Tensing as if I’d been immersed in a pool of ice, remorse and guilt suffused every cell, imploding in a rush of unholy sorrow.

Struggling from Tony’s arms, I shook my head.“You’re right.I’m not ready for any of this.It would be best if you just got out.”Wrapping my arms around myself, I held in the ugly sludge of disgust bleeding within.

“Leagh, you’ve done nothing—”

“Wrong?”I mocked.“Oh, I’ve done plenty wrong.But I don’t blame you.I blame myself.”

“No,” Tony challenged, wrapping his broad hands around my cheeks.“I won’t allow you to punish yourself because I touched you.”

“That’s not what I’m beating myself up for,” I sniffed.Shaking my head, I backed away from him.“It’s not because you touched me…it’s because I liked it.”

His brown eyes shimmered in understanding, and he let out a heavy sigh.“You’re alive, Leagh.And whether you believe me or not, you needed that reminder.We’ve done nothing for you to be ashamed of.George wouldn’t want you to slip away into the dark abyss.He’d want you to go on and be happy.”

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