“In the worst way.” He finished with his second sleeve, never taking his eyes off me. Eyes blazing with a carnal passion that sent shock waves through me. “Do you want me to leave?”
I fought the urge to squeeze my legs together. “No.”
He walked behind me, disappearing from my view. But I could feel him. His heated gaze warmed the air around me. My shoulders, the back of my neck, flushing my skin without a single touch.
The rustle of fabric against fabric. The thump of hard-soled shoes and the thud of a leather wallet against the tiles.
My awareness of every movement and the anticipation of what came next made my breaths short and choppy.
“Good.” The whispered word was against the back of my neck, so close his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
A tremble shot through me. My heart raced, galloping in my chest.
His fingers trailed down my shoulder. His stubble scraped against my cheek. His lips sought out mine.
One of his hands rolled my wet, stiff nipple between his fingers while the other hand fisted my hair and turned my head to the side until his mouth found its mark.
His lips were searing on mine. If our kiss in my bedroom had been a Fourth of July sparkler, this was a grand finale New Year’s Eve fireworks extravaganza.
I felt the scrape of a shirt against my back as his fingers dipped lower, breaking the plane of the water as they slid down my body, turning the shivers into shudders.
I sank into the kiss. The back of my head resting against the back of the tub gave me no escape—not that I wanted one—from the engulfing power of Hunter’s mouth.
Moaning and squirming, I held onto his arm. Water droplets from my fingers flowed down over my chest.
His fingers dipped between my legs, teasing my clit. The ministrations intensified when his finger pressed inside me. His thumb worked the electrified bundle of nerves while he pushed a second finger inside, followed by another. The strum of his thumb on me sent my back arching off the tub. An explosive orgasm ripped through me and made it feel like the bathwater around me should be sizzling.
I ripped my mouth away from his and cried out, clamping my thighs around his hand, trapping him against me. The water splashed and sloshed when I came down, still clinging to his arm.
Panting hard, I turned and shifted up onto my knees and placed both hands on the sides of his face to bring him closer.
Instead of pulling me out of the tub—still in his clothes like he was in a trance, unable to stop himself—he climbed in with me.
I yelped and tried to back up. The rough scrub of fabric, zippers and buttons sent aching, needy pulses shooting through my body.
The water spilled over the edge of the tub from the rapid displacement before settling at a height just under my breasts. The water licked at the undersides of them. I laughed. “I could’ve gotten out.”
“I wanted to get in.” His arms looped around me and pulled me against his chest with hands splayed across my back.
The rub of his wet clothes against me clashed with the sensations from the water and the smoothness of the tub.
“I can see that.”
His hand squeezed and massaged my ass, grinding me against him. Bright blue eyes stared back at me, filled with mischief and desire. “Are you clean yet?” He picked up my loofah bobbing in the water and dragged it along my back.
A shiver shot through my body. My nipples rubbed against the sodden fabric clinging to his chest. “I can’t quite remember.”
“Maybe we should wash you up again to be sure.” The loofah skimmed from my shoulders, down over the generous curve of my ass.
I fumbled with the wet buttons of his shirt and flung it open once all were undone. I shoved at the soggy edges and pushed it off his shoulders. “Most people undress before they get into the bath.”
He grinned and traced his finger from my cheek down my collarbone. “What can I say? I was distracted.”
Beads of water dripped from his fingers and rolled down my chest like he controlled the water to tease and caress me.
Feeling braver than I’d ever felt before, settled between his thighs, I leaned forward and stole another kiss.
He met my lips with a scalding intensity. His fingers sank into my hair pulling me tighter against him and stealing my breath.
Panting, I jerked back, trying to catch my breath under the spell of suffocating lust.
His chest rose and fell. His hands dropped to my ass, kneading and massaging.
I slid my fingers along his wet, bare torso down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. Sliding my hand inside, I stroked up and down his solid length. The water splashed with each stroke.
He sucked in a ragged breath. His hips jerked in response to my touch. “What you’re doing is probably illegal in five states.” His head banged back against the back of the tub.
A rush of power flowed through me at how tightly he gripped my hips and the clench of his jaw, like he was barely hanging onto his control.
The zipper bit into my skin, and I pulled his weighty length out of his pants. He hissed and tugged me forward now that I had more leverage.
“You have to stop, or I’m never even going to make it inside you.”
I smirked. “Oh, is that where this is going?” I ran my thumb over the head of his cock.
His eyes snapped open, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “You’re dangerous.”
The fire in his gaze sent an all-over shudder of anticipation rolling through me like an ocean wave.
“I’ve never heard that one before.”
His fingers slipped between my legs, toying with my clit until sharp gasps shot from my lips. “It’s absolutely true. You’ve got me on the brink of control with how good you feel.”
A battle of the wills where we were both winners. My hips rocked against him, and his rolled with my touch. Our gazes stayed locked, transfixed on each other. The clear blue blazed with an unquenchable fire, which added to the pleasure flooding every nerve ending.
“I can’t take anymore.” He tugged me toward him, the head of his cock tapped against my clit, and my head dropped back.
I rocked forward.
He nudged at my opening.
“Shit, one second.” He bit out and leaned over the edge of the tub and rumbled around before picking up his wallet. His muscled ass certainly improved the aesthetic of the bathroom. Out of his wallet, he produced a shiny metallic wrapper. He tore into it and rolled it on with a practiced efficiency I couldn’t be jealous of right now.
I needed him inside me.
He sat on the wide edge of the tub with his back against the wall and beckoned me forward, positioning my legs on the outside of his.
His hands gripped my ass, tugging me closer. Releasing me with one hand, he cupped my cheek. “You’re beautiful, Sabrina.”
In a fluid motion I wouldn’t have thought possible, he lifted me and dropped me down on his lap, stretching me with each glorious inch. The pleasure danced with pain at the invasion, unlike any I’d felt before.
I grabbed his shoulders and gasped, sinking down onto him. With one thrust of his hips, our legs met again and I was fully seated, moaning and clinging to Hunter.
Although I was on top, I felt like I was along for the ride. Muscled thighs beneath mine worked in concert with his hands and arms to drive into me with an unmatched ferocity. Water splashed around our calves, sloshing around, masking some of the sounds we made.