Page 87 of Sliding Into Love
Ivy’s brow furrowed.
“It’s nice to see someone else enjoying it.” He glanced to where her breasts were visible beneath a layer of bubbles and quirked his eyebrows.
Ivy flicked water at him.
“Get in,” she ordered in a mockery of his earlier words.
“Yes ma’am. But first, more wine?”
Ivy held up her empty glass in answer, so Ethan retrieved another bottle.
When he returned, she was chewing happily and waved at him to get in. Ethan stared down at her for a moment, enjoying the view, then went to stick his foot in the water and nearly yelped at the heat. He flinched but lowered his body into the steaming water, leaning back to look at Ivy, who peered at him over the rim of her glass.
He arched a brow at her.
“Just enjoying the view.” She smirked at him and raised her glass in a toast.
Rolling his eyes, Ethan took his glass from the table, downing half of it in one go.
“So, it is going to be a party,” Ivy purred. She finished her drink and slid her foot up the length of his calf. She leaned forward, and Ethan didn’t resist the urge to look down at where her breasts had emerged from the water, glistening and covered with a light layer of bubbles. It looked like frosting, and he wanted to lick it off.
“I wouldn’t,” Ivy said, reading his mind. “The bubbles are bitter.”
“Did you…eat the bubbles?”
“Well…no. But I dropped a piece of cheese into the water.”
“And you ate it anyway?” He already knew the answer.
She gaped at him. “Of course, I did. It was just a little cleaner after I dropped it.”
“Hmm,” Ethan hummed. “C’mere.” He used his glass to gesture for her to come to his side of the tub.
Ivy scooted closer until she was a few inches away from him, between his spread knees, reveling in the heat of the water and proximity tohim. She sat back on her heels and reached to refill their glasses.
“Turn around,” Ethan ordered, and Ivy tilted her head at him but did as he asked. She turned around on her knees so her back faced him, and he pulled her back to lean against his chest. His free arm wrapped around her waist as she nestled into the comfort of his hold on her.
Ethan leaned forward to rest his chin on Ivy’s shoulder, enjoying the feel of their skin together in the steaming heat of the water. For a while, they lounged in the bath, with him occasionally feeding her bites of fruit and cheese until they’d finished all the food and wine. A pleasant buzzing filled his head from the wine, and the rolling jets kept the water warm and bubbly. Lazily, Ivy turned her face to press a kiss to his neck, and while he knew he probably should be sated, he wantedmore.
More of her. Always.
Gently, Ethan tipped Ivy’s head back to rest her head on his shoulder, exposing the column of her throat. Working his hands from her collarbones down her shoulders and arms, he massaged small circles into her slick skin. Moaning as his thumbs pressed into a sore spot at the base of her neck, her entire body tightened and relaxed against his with each press of his fingers. Her eyes were closed, and Ethan took full advantage of it, staring down at her soft body curving against the hardness of his. The tips of her breasts peeked through the bubbles, and Ethan couldn’t resist trailing his hands down to palm the soft mounds and flick the rough pads of his thumbs over her taut nipples. Her moan shot straight to his cock, and Ethan began hardening against her backside.
Ivy rolled her hips to press back against him.
Giving her a warning nip beneath her jaw, Ethan returned his attention to her breasts, tracing his knuckles over the soft skin underneath. He dipped his hands beneath the soapy water, dragging bubbles onto her skin and sliding his fingertips through the slickness there. Her impatience began to take over; she squirmed beneath his touch. So, Ethan clamped one arm over her hips to hold her in place while he dragged his free hand slowly up and down the length of her body from her chin to her thighs. Her breath hitched as he drew closer to her more sensitive areas, but he ignored them, feeling her body tense and sag in expectation of his touch and then his denial.
Grinning into her hair, he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver as his breath caressed the shell of her ear.
“Tell me what you want, Ivy.”
Her irritation was clear from the intensity with which she dug her nails into his skin, but the slight pain was worth it to watch her tremble beneath his touch.
“I think you know what I want,” she growled. But her voice was breathless, her eyes shuttered.
If he kept teasing her, she’d beg.
Ethan eased the very tips of his calloused fingers into the crease of her hip and thigh, lower, skimming over her folds, and up the other side and over her stomach and the curve of her waist. Back to the soft underside of her breasts heaving slightly with her labored breathing.
