Page 94 of Keeping the Score

I sip champagne, then lean forward to kiss her. “Mmm.”

“That was an amazing dinner. Thank you.”

“It was great. And you looked hot. Beautiful.” I kiss her shoulder, then her collarbone.

Her eyes go shiny.

She’s not going to cry, is she? “Am I doing this wrong?”

“No.” She slides closer through the water, hooks an arm around my neck and kisses me hard. “You’re doing this perfectly. I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“Yeah, me too.” I slide my mouth down over her jaw. Then I tip my glass above her chest.

She gasps as icy champagne hits her heated skin. Rivulets run down the upper slope of one breast and drip off her nipple. I lower my head and lick it up, slowly, sliding my tongue over the underside of her breast, the inside of it, the nipple, the top. She moans and hangs on to my shoulder, leaning back a bit to give me room.

“You taste delicious. Even better than the champagne.”

I do it again on the other side, then take a mouthful of the wine and hold it there before swallowing. When I pull her nipple into my mouth I can feel the heat of her flesh against the cold of my tongue. She quivers.

“Oh, God. That’s… so erotic.”

“I know how much you like your nipples sucked.”

“I do…”

I pour more bubbly over her and lick it off again and again, until she’s trembling and whimpering and her hips are shifting in the water.

“Are you aching here?” I slide a hand between her legs.

“Yessss.”

“Good.” I set my glass on the edge of the tub and clasp her waist, then lift her.

“What are you doing?”

“Just turning you around.”

We lose a little water over the side as we make the adjustments and I lean against the back of the tub with Andi settled in front of me between my legs, her back to my front. I glide my hands over wet skin to find her tits and cup them.

Yeah. Erotic. This is so goddamn erotic my dick is about to blow. My balls are pulled up tight, pressure building, electric prickles all over my skin.

She turns her head and shifts to the side so I can find her mouth with mine and kiss her. I lick into her mouth, nip at her plump bottom lip, trace her upper lip with my tongue. Her breathing quickens. “I love kissing you. You taste delicious. Sweet. And sexy.”

Another inarticulate noise escapes her lips.

I reach for the small bottle of body wash, pour it into one hand and suds it up all over her. Her skin is slippery and smooth and delectable. I kiss her again, hands on her soapy tits. I play with her nipples and her legs shift as her arousal builds. My hand glides over her stomach, over her smooth, bare mound, and between her legs. “I can feel you pulsing,” I whisper in her ear. “So hot.”

I kiss her neck, her shoulder, then suck on the soft skin there, carefully, restraining my urge to devour her.

“I want to turn around again.”

I smile and let her move. The ends of her hair are wet, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink. Her gaze drops to my dick, poking out of the water, ruddy and swollen. She licks her lips. My cock jumps. I fucking love how she looks at me like that… like she’s ravenous for my dick.

I lift my hips, flaunting myself at her. Her eyes go hazy, her lips shiny and parted. My heart is pounding and I’m so turned on I hurt.

She slides her hands over my thighs in the water. Excitement builds, heat rushing through my body. “You’re beautiful, too,” she says quietly. She takes her time admiring me and then, sweet Jesus, she leans forward to take me in her mouth.

I make a helpless, needy sound, hips lifting. I push into her mouth before I can stop myself, then go still, my heart racing, breathing suspended.Easy, man. Go easy.

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