“Trust me, Shiloh. Put your hand between your legs.”
There was hesitation but her right arm moved and slowly she did as I asked.
“Are you touching yourself?”
She nodded and continued.
“Good, baby. Now I want you to close your eyes and gently circle your clit. Not hard, not fast, just tease it. Nice and slow.”
I paused and allowed my mind to run wild. All the things I was going to do to her when the time was right. When I had her trust, her secrets, and her heart was so intertwined with mine there was no chance of them untangling.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How good you feel against me? How badly I wish it was my tongue playing with your clit? Move your fingers lower, slowly glide them down, don’t push inside, just feel how slick you are. Can you feel it? Are you wet, baby?”
“Yes.”
Christ.
“I’m gonna lick you there, too.”
Shiloh made a frustrated sound from the back of her throat and her nails dug into my calf muscle. Half moan, half grunt. The noise was so goddamn hot my cock throbbed.
“Tell me, baby, you need more?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
And I was; her warm, wet body was reclined against mine. My legs were cradling her hips. Her soft hair was brushing my face. The smell of her shampoo was all around me. Those were just the places I could think about. If I let my mind wander to my cock beyond how fucking hard I was, how easy it would be to lift her up over me and slide inside, I’d lose my mind. So close.
“I need more.”
“More?”
“Yes,” Shiloh hissed.
“Take your other hand, put it on your stomach.” I waited for her left hand to come off my leg then I went on. “Slowly move it up. Just the tips of your fingers.” I glanced down and watched Shiloh’s hand come out of the water where it stopped below her breasts. Her fingers skimmed over the swell and circled her pebbled nipple.
I was wrong before. Now I was in hell.
“You have no idea how fucking hot it is knowing your fingers are teasing your pussy and watching you play with your nipple. So goddamn hot the only thing that would be better is if I had my mouth on you. Cup your tit, Shiloh, and let your thumb rub over your nipple.”
Her hand shifted down and around and she did as I asked.
Seeing that, having her touch herself at my command, made my blood catch fire. I needed her to come and I’d get the fuck out of this tub.
I shoved my face into her neck, dropped a chaste kiss there. She shivered and moaned and that took the last of my sanity.
“I can see your hand between your legs, but I can’t see what you're doing. Do you have your fingers inside your pussy?” Shiloh nodded and her hips jerked. “Tell me something; do you wish it was my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“So do I. I’d sink in deep. I wouldn’t take you slow. I would just take you until I had you coming around my cock. Fuck your fingers, baby, show me how I’m gonna fuck you.” Her hips jerked which added friction against my already weeping cock. “Just like that. Use your thumb on your clit. Hard, baby, I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep.”
With a frustrated grunt, she moved her hand faster and panted, “I can’t.”
“You can. Take yourself there. I wanna watch you come around your fingers wishing it was my cock taking you there. Show me.”
A few beats later she made another noise that was beyond frustrated.
One of my hands went between her legs. The other moved over her hand at her breast.
“Like this,” I said and cupped her pussy as I guided her thumb to her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned and I used her thumb to rub harder.
My fingers went over hers to roll her nipple.
“Luke.”
There it was. Husky, breathy, close.
“Don’t fight it, Shiloh. Move your hips and ride your fingers.” I let the tips of my fingers brush her pussy lips and her hips surged. “Goddamn hot and so fucking slick.”
It was my turn to groan into her neck. I was so damn close to coming if she didn’t go soon I’d be joining her.
That was why I deviated from my plan. My hand on her tit knocked hers away and I took over. I watched myself toy with her nipple until she was squirming and the sounds she was making become louder.
“Does that feel good, Shiloh? Do you like my playing with your—”
“God, yes. Don’t stop. More. So close.”
I worked my hand between her legs faster, keeping her thumb under mine and moving on her clit while I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck, that sounds so good. Let go, let me see it.”
Her head dropped back on my shoulder, her back arched, and her legs tightened and tried to close.
“Keep ‘em spread.”
Shiloh’s body locked and a long, sexy-as-fuck groan filled the room.
My jaw clenched and I closed my eyes, willing myself not to come.
“Luke.”
Fucking hell.
I gritted my teeth and held on until the trembling stopped and she sagged against me. Then I held her longer until her breathing evened out. I moved my hand from between her legs and let go of her breast. I regretted that I needed to do both in an effort not to work her back up, culminating in a different outcome the second time around. One that would have us both crying out in pleasure.
Not yet.
Not until she was mine.
I brushed Shiloh’s hair off her face and kissed her cheek.
“You feeling all right?”
The silence that ensued stretched into minutes. Worry crept in until she found my hand on the side of the tub and she laced our fingers together.
I closed my eyes and took in the moment. Shiloh fully relaxed, her soft skin against my chest, our thighs touching, her hand on mine. A moment that would forever be seared into my brain.
10
The water was cooling but I was so relaxed I didn’t want to get up.
Either that or if I got up I’d have to face the reality of what happened.
“Thank you for sticking around and proving me wrong,” I murmured, breaking the silence. Luke’s fingers tightened before he slipped his hand out from under mine and maneuvered so our palms were now touching and our fingers threaded back together. “Or I guess you proved me right.”
“How’d I prove you right?”
“You told me I was safe. I trusted you and you proved I was safe in doing so.”
Behind me, his big body went solid and his grip on my hand got super tight.
“You’ll always be safe with me. I’ll remind you as many times as I need to but just to say, I’m looking forward to the day when you know down to your soul that’s the case and you won’t need the reminder.”
There was a lot I had to say to that. How it made me feel, how I was looking forward to that day and it was closer than he could imagine. But I was too overwhelmed to find the words I needed to explain how safe I felt with him. Not just being naked in a bathtub with him. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
And that wasn’t scary—it was downright terrifying.
I didn’t regret what we did. I wasn’t embarrassed. But I was a little shocked and not for the reasons I thought I would be. Luke obviously knew my situation, because in that drunken tell-all night I’d spilled my deepest secrets including not being able to get myself off.