Page 48 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

He’d devoured her from top to bottom with his eyes, but she’d erupted in goosebumps on every millimetre of skin as if he’d caressed all of her with those incredible hands.

She washed her hair and stood back into the spray to rinse out the conditioner, the flowing water sluicing through her hair and over her body.

A noise opened her eyes. Belle frowned, then shrugged and turned around into the spray again.

“Hey, hand me my toothbrush, would you? It’s on the shelf above the soap.”

Dante’s voice from beyond the shower curtain made her heart stutter.

She glanced around the bath recess and spotted the toothbrush above her head. She grabbed hold of the shower curtain and held it to her breasts then stuck her head out.

Dante stood at the vanity basin, shaving. The muscles of his naked, tanned back played under his skin as he smoothed the razor down his cheek. Her gaze travelled down the length of his back to the waistband of his jeans. They hung low on his hips and moulded to his butt and thighs like they’d been poured on. Belle bit back a moan at seeing such a nice display of man. Hunger for him flooded her. She should just grab hold of him and drag him into the shower with her and be done with it.

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at the thought. She could think of no nicer way to spend her shower than with him in there with her. She shook her head and held her arm out into the room.

“Here you go.”

Dante caught her gaze in the huge mirror. He grinned, looking pointedly at the shower curtain.

A very see-through shower curtain, as she could now see in the reflection looking back at her.

He faced her. Belle smiled nervously at him and waggled the toothbrush.

He stepped forward and reached out for it. His fingers wrapped around the toothbrush, and he stared at her for a moment. He tossed it onto the vanity countertop and took a deep breath.

He slid his hand into her wet hair as his mouth hit hers. Her fingers trailed his cheek and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. Water poured over her shoulders, splashing and running down Dante’s chest between them.

She was still shorter than him, even standing in the raised bathtub, so she had to tilt her head upwards to meet his lips. Belle let go of the shower curtain and pressed close against him,her arms going around his neck to pull him tight against her wet body. Her breasts shoved up hard against his naked chest, the sensation of skin on skin causing her to moan into his mouth with her desire for his touch.

At the sound she made, Dante’s hands clenched where he touched her body. He slid them down her sides to her hips and pulled her tighter against him, stroking her heated skin. Belle felt his erection through the fabric of his jeans, its heat pressing against her lower belly. She longed to touch him again, to run her hands over his hot body.

She wanted to make him scream.

Belle lost track of her thoughts when Dante cupped her breast. His long fingers stroked and kneaded her. She slid her tongue along his lips, and his opened under hers obligingly, welcoming her assault on his mouth.

She grazed the front of his jeans with her knuckles. Dante’s loud groan at her tentative touch encouraged her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and ran the back of her hand over the wet skin of his muscled belly. His hand on her breast tensed and his thumb stopped its tortuous play of her nipple. She felt his touch leave her hip and his hand gently cover hers where she was touching his stomach.

His kisses lessened in intensity, but didn’t stop completely. He spoke against her mouth, his lips seemingly unwilling to lose contact with hers.

“Belle… I have to stop or I’m gonna take you right here in the shower.” He kissed her again. He let go of her breast reluctantly, his hand trailing down her body to her hip.

Dante pulled back slightly to look into her eyes; the resignation there tightened her stomach into knots.

Belle placed both her hands flat on his chest, the feel of his wet skin against her palms one of the most sensual things she’d ever felt. Dante stepped back taking away their body contactand with it all her warmth, despite the hot water of the shower running down her back.

His desire-filled gaze roamed over her naked body, his expression sending shock waves racing through her veins to land squarely between her thighs. His eyes slowly lifted to hers and he took a ragged breath.

She wanted him so much she could barely see straight.

She reached out and hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans and yanked hard. He had to step over the side of the tub and in with her or fall.

“B?”

“If you’re into it, I want you. Now.”

A visible shudder ran over him, head to toe. “I’m into it.” Dante leaned in and grinned against her mouth. “So very into it.”

She slipped the button free on his jeans and stepped back. She wanted to watch.

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