Page 268 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I don’t answer.
I can’t.
My throat is too tight. My breath is too shallow. Instead, I tilt my head back, exposing the curve of my neck, inviting himcloser. He takes the hint, his other hand joining. His fingers trace the slope of my other breast, teasing the nipple into a tight bud and sending electricity pulsing through me.
I feel every movement, every brush of his skin against mine, like a current running through me.
His thumbs continue their drawn-out, steady circles. My nipples ache. They throb with a need I can’t quite name, and I press back into his touch, craving more. He continues to rub my hips, his palms sliding over my skin, the soap creating a slippery barrier between us.
His hands move lower, and my pulse hammers. His fingers gently cup between my legs, and I jerk forward, grabbing his shoulder.
“Relax.” He kisses the side of my head. “I’m only washing you.”
“You fucking tease.” My fingers dig into his flesh.
He laughs so loudly. “My sweet Jade.”
The way he says it, he’ll be lucky if I don’t break right now.
He traces the contours of my folds with a tenderness that makes my breath catch and heighten every sensation.
“You’re so soft.” His voice is a rough contrast to the gentleness of his touch.
I press my lips together to stifle a moan, and then clamp my teeth on his shoulder.
He hisses. “You’re so wet.” His breath is hot against my ear.
I close my eyes. “It’s the water.”
But we both know it’s not just the shower, and I’m struggling to keep my balance, trembling under his touch.
Then his hands are on my ass cheeks. His thumbs press into the soft flesh, kneading it, and a low moan escapes me, echoing in the small space.
Groping.
Kneading.
Washing.
His fingers slip between my cheeks, parting them.
I flush with a mix of embarrassment and desire. This is intimate, raw, and I feel exposed in a way that makes my heart race. But his touch is confident and assured, and I realize he’s not just exploring; he’s claiming.
His palms glide over the sensitive skin of my ass crack, his fingers brushing against the most private part of me. The sensation is electric, a jolt of heat that shoots straight to my core.
I press my mouth into his shoulder, trying to stifle another moan, but it slips out anyway, a ragged sound that hangs in the air.
His fingers brush my asshole, just a light touch that weakens my knees. The suds mingle with the water, creating a slippery, sensual glide that heightens every sensation.
I press my forehead against his shoulder, trying to ground myself, but my body is already surrendering to him. His fingers circle the tight ring of muscle, teasing it, tantalizing it when all he’s supposed to be doing is washing.
I feel my body respond. My muscles clench in anticipation, and I let out a breath.
“Rinse off.” His growl is electric, and I obey like a good little girl.
My legs feel like jelly, but once I’ve rinsed, he pins me to the wall and gets down on his knees.
His tongue delivers the first soft lick to my most sacred place, and a wave of euphoria sweeps over me. He presses firmly against me in hot, wet strokes.
