Page 38 of Recipe for Temptation (Madewood Brothers 4)

He squirted way too much gel onto the loofah, then took the same care with her body as he had with her hair. Swiping it in all the right places, every crevice, every sweet spot that kept her heart racing and her breath quick.

“I’ve never had anyone bathe me before,” she whispered. “I’m going to be the cleanest girl on the island.”

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p; He gently turned her body under the water, rinsing away the soap, then pressed a soft kiss to her abdomen. It rippled under his light touch. She reached out and tugged him to her, but he slid away from her grip and straightened until his body was hovering just a shadow away from touching hers.

He whispered, “I like you dirty.” And then he kissed her.

His words zinged right to her pelvis, tightening the walls of her sex. Four simple words that meant more to her than any piece of bling or pound of chocolate. He was getting good at verbalizing his thoughts.

She snaked her hands up his chest and clasped them behind his neck. One of his hands traveled down to her thigh and lifted her leg. The contact with the rough fabric of his shorts scraped against her clit, and she moaned, arching backward, pulling him closer and harder into her as they kissed.

Their lips moved in a heated rhythm. It had only been minutes since their last kiss, but she was struck with the same intensity, the same overwhelming heat, as if it were their very first time kissing.

His hand on her thigh moved to the center of her body and pressed against her core.

She let her head fall back, panting against his face, exposing her throat. He closed his mouth over the sensitive skin, sucking and licking while she whimpered her appreciation.

“Mmm, the body wash made your skin smell like coconut,” he whispered against her neck. “I should probably taste test other areas.”

She moaned again and brought her head up. Anticipation swelled within her.

“Just to make sure you’re clean…everywhere.”

Gripping the waist of his shorts, she pulled him closer and devoured his lips with an even hungrier kiss. With a need on an entirely different level than they’d experienced so far.

Pulling away, she gathered her thoughts and senses. “Then what are you waiting for?” she murmured.

He moved her hands aside and let his shorts fall to the tile below. His cock pointed toward her, hard and oh so beautiful.

He grabbed her around the hips and pushed her against the shower wall. She perched her bottom on the narrow tiled seat.

At this level she had a perfect view of his cock. It throbbed, pulsed. He needed release. But before she had a chance to touch him, he pushed her reaching hand away and cupped her breasts. He squeezed and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh!” she cried, the pleasure-pain streaking through her whole body.

His hands moved lower, his calloused fingers seeking the place she most needed him. Ached for him. His thumb grazed over her clit and her body jerked.

He dropped to his knees and pressed his thumbs to the top of her mound, parting her folds to expose the tiny bundle of nerves. His head dipped, and he licked her, a long swipe of his tongue flat against her eager flesh. Then he licked again. And again. And again. Each time, her body burned, throbbed, pulsed with sensation.

Fuck, he was so damn good at this. He’d managed to get her hovering at the peak of release within a minute. And for as much as she wanted to languish in the pleasure he was giving her, she wanted to come more.

She looked down and their eyes met. The sexiest sight in the world—Cole’s hot mouth latched on to her, licking her folds without even coming up for air. But then she noticed his arm. It jerked back and forth under her legs.

“Are you jerking off?” she asked, excitement zinging through her like an electric shock.

He halted, glancing up at her.

Why did he stop? It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“Don’t stop. Any of it.” Her back arched, but she righted herself, lowering her eyes just as he returned to stroking, slowly.

She’d always considered herself sexually experienced. Always the aggressor. Always taking her pleasure into her own hands. But being with Cole was opening up a brand new world of sexual possibility. Who would have thought she’d almost orgasm just from watching him jerk off?

When their eyes met, he grunted, his lips and teeth circled, relentless against her clit. “You like watching?” he asked, between licks.

Her entire body contracted, tensing to brace herself against his onslaught of pleasure.

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