“Shh,” he soothed. “Easy, Brooke. I’ve got you.”
His fingers began to rub rhythmically against her, and she rocked into his palm, burying her face in his shoulder. He crooked a finger, and she almost exploded from pleasure.
He groaned, and it rumbled through his chest. “You’re so fucking hot. And so wet. This is all for me, isn’t it? You’re so needy for me.”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. It was self-evident. But then he pulled his hand away and peeled himself off her.
“Come back,” she said.
He chuckled, the sound deep and dirty. “You’re a bossy wee thing, aren’t you? I like it.”
She wanted to roll her eyes, but didn’t have the presence of mind. Instead, she let him guide her out of the stream of water and pin her to the wall. She thought he was preparing to demonstrate how amazing shower sex could be, but then he dropped a single kiss on her lips and sank to his knees.
“What are you…?”
He gripped her thighs and his tongue darted forward.
“Oh, God.”
Her legs were boneless. If not for his support, she’d have ended up on the ground. She tried to hold herself up on the tiled wall, but her muscles wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, she gripped his shoulders as he feasted on her. She’d never felt anything like it. Her other lover had never gone down on her, and she’d assumed all men found the act distasteful. But Jack was uttering filthy things and lapping at her like she was a delicacy. Thanks to him, she was riding the edge of orgasm. She focused on his face. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, the flat of his tongue padded her clit. Hard. She shuddered, and struggled to keep her eyes open. She didn’t want to miss a moment of this.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured against her, his eyes opening and locking with hers. “I can taste how bad you want me.”
Oh, fuck. Had she thought it was erotic before? Hearing him say that, his dark eyes blazing into hers, she had to bite her lip so she didn’t cry out loud enough to bring the whole lodge running.
“I do,” she said, low and sure. She’d never talked dirty in her life, but she had the urge to repay everything he was giving her with more of the same. “I want you so bad. I want you inside me.” She swallowed, hoping he couldn’t see her nerves. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.”
He started to stand. “Hell, yes.”
“But first, I want to taste you.”
His jaw went slack. “I’m, uh—” he cleared his throat “—not sure that’s such a great idea.”
“Oh, but I am.”
He hesitated, though she could tell from the way he eyed her mouth that he wanted it.
“I’ll stop the moment you say the word.”
At that, his lips twisted into a wry smile. “I think that’s my line.”
He raised himself the rest of the way up and leaned over to tangle his tongue with hers. She never wanted the kiss to end, but she tore her mouth from his, loving the way his gaze followed her and his chest rose and fell rapidly as she lowered herself to the floor.
He was ruddy and engorged, a pulsing vein running the length of his erection, from his balls to the ridged head. She stroked the vein with the pad of her thumb, then touched the very tip, spreading a bead of pre-cum with her fingertip. His hips thrust forward, pressing him into her palm.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
She dropped her hands to her sides and looked up at him. “Say please.”
His eyes burned down into hers. “Please,” he growled. “Suck me, Brooke.”
Ooh. She’d never have thought being ordered around would turn her on, but it did. Perhaps because she realized she was the one with the real power here. He might be telling her what to do, but he was desperate for her. She could leave him hanging, and he’d be frustrated and horny with no outlet.
But that wasn’t fun.
Experimentally, she licked him like an ice cream. He tasted salty, and was hot and heavy in her mouth. She closed around him and sucked. He rocked forward. Her eyes widened in surprise as he lodged more firmly in her mouth, but she didn’t move back. His fists tightened, his forearms cording with muscle. She used one hand to anchor herself to him, and stroked his shaft while she unleashed the full force of her enthusiasm with her mouth. Licking, sucking, kissing, swirling. A series of nonsensical noises spilled from his lips. Half-words, curses, sounds of encouragement. Then, all of a sudden, his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her away.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. No more, sweetheart, or I’m done for.”
His eyes could have been mistaken for black, and every muscle in his body was popping, his jaw clenched. Brooke’s mouth went dry. She’d done that to him. She’d pushed him to the edge of his control, and she was the reason he was aching for release. The thought made her legs so shaky she couldn’t stand. She reached for him, trying to take him in her hand.
He evaded her. “Play time is over. It’s my turn now.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he breathed out. Then he cracked his neck, seeming to find his equilibrium. “Serious question. Do you give a shit if we mess up your bed?”
She shook her head and whispered, “No.”
“Good.” He grinned, and it was absolutely feral. She wanted to jump his bones, if only her legs had the strength. But then he turned off the shower, bent, slipped an arm behind her thighs, and scooped her up.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
Mischief flickered in his expression. “Looked like you were having trouble moving.”
She sputtered. That… that… presumptuous, sexy jerk.
He opened the door to her room, and steam billowed out. He carried her to the bed, and she held onto his neck, amazed that he could hold her up so easily. And to think, she’d been proud she could walk in a ten-pound weight vest. Jeez, she had a long way to go before she was at his level.
He dropped her in the center and immediately covered her body with his own, then raised himself up on one elbow, creating space between their bodies. She stretched up to kiss him. The kiss wasn’t languid, it was all-consuming. Unmistakably a prelude to more.
She couldn’t think, could only feel. Being this near to Jack was like nothing she’d ever experienced. She was ready to crawl out of her skin. No one had ever made her feel like this. Not just physically, but emotionally. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he was an addict and she was his next fix. It was heady. Wonderful.
His hand slipped between them and found her sex. “Mmm,” he rasped. “So hot and wet. You want me now, baby?”
“I want you,” she breathed.
“Thank fucking God.”
He withdrew from her, and she bit her lip, watching his ass muscles flex as he retrieved a condom from his wallet. He rolled it on and settled over her again, pressing into her in a single motion. She cried out as he filled her, stretching her to the limit. She’d been slick, and he entered easily, but it had been a really long time since she’d been with anyone, and the invasion felt a little unfamiliar.
“Shit,” he cursed. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” she gasped. “So good. But go slow for a bit, please.”
He did as she asked, giving her a moment to adjust, then sliding back into her in a long, smooth thrust. Her heart thumped so rapidly she feared he’d notice and stop, but after the third glorious thrust, it started to slow, and by the fifth, she was moaning and trying to get closer.