Page 22 of ELITE Protection
They stepped in together, and he allowed the heated water to pelt her shoulders. His had been tight from the uphill trek so he figured hers were, too. When she tilted her head back to let the water soak her hair, exposing that long tan neck of hers, he wanted to kiss his way up it before taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her body. Before he could place the first kiss on her collarbone, she turned to face the showerhead, her back to him.
Well, hell.
He grabbed her shower gel and soaped his hands so he could massage her shoulders. After working up a lather with his hands, he ran them up her neck and over the top of her shoulders. The more he massaged, the more her tension eased. Gliding his soapy hands up her neck and then down over her collarbone, he took both breasts in his hands, gently kneading them. She leaned back against his chest in complete trust.
A space inside him that he hadn’t known was empty, suddenly filled. He enjoyed the feel of his fingers sliding all over her soft body. He took his time, starting with her fingertips and working his way up both arms, squeezing and kneading sore muscles. He re-soaped and knelt in front of her.
Kneeling in front of her he picked up one foot and commanded, “Rest it on my thigh.”
She did as ordered and he repaid her by smoothing out the muscles with a light grip up and down her calf before moving to her thigh. When he set her foot back down on the tile floor, she automatically raised the other one. He had never given any woman such a sensuous massage. He’d never wanted to before her.
When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he re-soaped, spreading bubbles from hipbone to hipbone. He pressed the heel of his hand over the top of her sex and she shuddered in response.
“I have to taste you,” he said through clenched teeth. He didn’t want to push her to do something she wasn’t ready for yet, so he asked, “May I?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” She cupped her hands on both sides of his face and forced him to look up at her. “Before… I was so sweaty… I didn’t want—”
He leaned forward and separated her lips, which were hot and moist from more than just the shower. He ran his hot tongue over her exposed core.
A shudder ran through her whole body.
Hannah was barely breathing. Panting would be the more accurate description. Every muscle in her body had tightened. He knew she was on the edge. She had almost shattered with that single touch.
But that’s not the way he wanted their first time to be.
Isaac stood abruptly and turned off the water. “You’re going to come around my cock, looking into my eyes, the first time.”
Shocked, she just stood there, her almond-shaped eyes almost completely round. He picked her up and carried her to his bed. “I know I’m being selfish, but I want our first time together to be with me deep inside you.” Then he smiled. “Maybe the second time I’ll have you come around my tongue, or the third.” They had days together in the secluded cabin, maybe weeks, without the prying eyes of his office. Only a few people knew their location. She was as safe as she could be, in his arms, in his bed.
He swept back the navy-blue comforter and laid her on the crisp white sheets, following her down. Ravishing her mouth, his hands found her breasts once again. When he finally reached between her legs, she was soaked. Power and relief washed over him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Oh, yes.” He stroked her once, then twice, before he slid a finger into her wet, hot channel. When he glided in a second digit, he felt her vaginal muscles reflexively clamp around him. “Do that when I’m inside you,” he demanded.
He reached for the condom, then remembered he left it in the bathroom. He inwardly smiled. It would get used, probably sooner rather than later. Opening the nightstand drawer, he grabbed another one.
She snatched the packet from his hand. “I want to do that.”
He liked the way she was an active participant. His fiancée hadn’t been like that at all. She had enjoyed sex—he made sure she came every time and never faked it— but she never took the lead.
Hannah seemed to want to be in control. Not this first time, though.
She tore the package open, tossing the wrapper aside. Her hands were a caress as she rolled the condom down his cock. When she gave him a little squeeze, he slammed his eyes shut to fight for control.
“It was almost over before we got started, sweetheart.” As payback, he pumped his fingers in and out of her a few more times before he withdrew them and gently spread her legs farther apart.
When he slid inside her, the wordperfectionpopped into his mind. He held himself there for a second and looked down into her blissful face.
“More,” she demanded.
His cock swelled at her command.
He backed out slightly then pushed all the way in. This was the way sex was supposed to feel. He filled her completely. She showed her approval as her inner muscles clamped down around him. Hannah was special in a way he couldn’t define.
He pumped in and out, but she didn’t seem to be getting there. He leaned on one elbow and reached down between them. With the next thrust, he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
Hannah about came off the bed. “Do that again.”
Given her reaction, there was no way he would ever deny her.
