Page 10 of Peak of Love
“Celina, you in this hot tub is a fucking wet dream, baby. Everything about you is so sexy. Look at your breasts bounce as you ride my hand. Fuck, your pussy is heaven. Just like that, Celina. Good girl. Sweet, sexy girl.”
The whole time, one hand cared for her clit, running over it with variations of pressure and direction. Her sight turned blurry before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Dane’s other hand continued to pump in and out of her folds, curling and swirling to the rhythm of her grinding hips. As he explored her depths, everything Celina understood of her body shattered. He was coaxing sensations she didn’t know existed, creating the promise of release that rivaled the snow’s surges across the sky.
Heat stirred in her belly, sharpening to acute points throughout her lower regions. As his pumps grew faster and the pressure on her clit built, Celina felt like she was climbing. One plane of bliss led to another and another and another until—
“Oh, I’m, I think I’m… ”
“Let go, baby.”
A height of unbelievable ecstasy stole her breath and released her into free fall. Spasms pulsed through her veins as she let go. Wave after wave racked her body. His gentle caresses prolonged her orgasm as it wrung her out of all sense and all energy.
Slumped over and shocked by the force of her climax, Celina could hardly register her surroundings. It wasn’t until Dane spoke that she realized the gravity of what had happened.
“Sweet Celina,” he mumbled reverently.
Oh, no.What did they do?
Getting Celina off heralded a satisfaction so complete, he couldn’t keep his chest from bursting. His pants, however, were in the throes of torture. It was no exaggeration. His erection was digging into his zipper like no one’s business.
He wasn’t sure what came over him. He’d left her a couple of voice messages over an hour ago, saying he meant to drive up since the weather was predicted to worsen. Nothing was more important than seeing Celina while she was in Whistler.
He wanted to make sure she felt at home. Dane was eager to show her his favorite restaurant in the village. He was determined to give her a vacation she deserved. Help her relax a little. God knows she needed the reprieve. She needed to be pampered, damn it. She took care of everyone and he couldn’t miss the chance to take care of her.
When he first entered the house, he’d called out to her. He went upstairs, thinking he could catch her for a nightcap before heading to one of the other bedrooms. He found the door to the main bedroom open. And music was playing.
He stepped out to the patio to find her face aglow and her movements erratic. And then he’d realized he was being a creep just standing there. If she opened her eyes before he announced himself, the creepiness would be more than confirmed.
Turmoil coursed through his body. He kept it from his voice, which sounded as dry as the desert. “Celina,” he stated.
When she looked at him, he wasn’t ready for how the world refocused, like a pixelated image morphing into piercing sharpness.
She was breathtaking. Celina was always gorgeous. At that moment, her eyes were dilated, her full lips were parted, and her brows were creased in the most alluring expression ofwant.She looked pained, aching with unspent sensuality. He couldn’t bear the searching worry that he had caused. Like she was on the verge of frustration and seeing him confirmed the lost cause.
No.Something in him screamed that this woman would get what she wanted, whatever it was. The clarity came at him with the force of a sledgehammer. He knew, he just fuckingknew, she needed this from him. Nothing felt as good as giving her exactly that: ecstasy with no guilt and no shame.
“It’s OK to want this, Celina,” he said while slowly withdrawing his hands from her center. He massaged her smooth, still-quivering hips. Dane couldn’t take his hands off her—not until she told him to. Her pulse was so close to his lips, he indulged in a small nuzzle against her neck.
“What isthis?” she croaked, leaning her head back and welcoming his lips. Despite the physical surrender, her voice was a stab in his center. Muddled uncertainty from such a strong, sure woman might be the very thing to break him. He didn’t want her to be unsure.
“Release.” Simple. He kept it simple even if there were other words clamoring to be heard.Undiluted sexual fulfillment,that’s what thiscouldbe.
“I honestly don’t know what to say right now.” At that, she slipped away from his grasp in order to turn around. Her gaze was magnetic, holding him in place and seizing his lungs. “Please tell me what to say, Dane.”
The snow poured just beyond the patio, framing her dark wet body and looking like the backdrop to a fantasy he didn’t know he had. Celina naked, vulnerable, pleading.
“There’s nothing to say. How about we have a nightcap downstairs? If you’d rather be alone, that’s fine too. Believe it or not, I really just came because I didn’t want to miss the chance to hang out with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Celina,” he reassured her with a light tone. “Nothing changes the fact that you and I are having brunch tomorrow.”
The beginning of a smile crept over her lips. Dane wasn’t sure how he felt about her affable grin.
On the one hand, he wanted that smile.Cravedit. But on the other, he was driven by the need to replace it with the slack-jawed moan he heard minutes ago.
“I’ll be downstairs,” he mumbled before leaving the patio. He hoped she would follow. It was fine if she didn’t, yet he really wanted her to.
He was pouring himself a single malt scotch when he heard her. It always made him snicker how Celina’s steps were closer to stomping than walking. She was no dainty girl on ballerina toes. He’d always liked that about her. How she entered a room with her shoulders back and her tread strong.
