Page 120 of Outlaw Heartstrings
The scent of peppermint and lavender fragrances the air. And the large freestanding bathtub is brimming with bubbles.
“What do you think?” Easton asks, a hint of worry in his voice, like he’s afraid I’ll somehow find fault with this surprise. His vulnerability makes me appreciate him even more.
My hands cover my mouth and my heart gallops up and down. “How is it that you make everything even better than in my fantasies?”
“Maybe the problem is, you don’t dream big enough, Tiny Tiger. You don’t ask for enough.” He kisses my forehead. “But I want to give you everything. Even the things you’re too scared to ask for and the things you don’t realize you deserve.”
Yeah. I’msofucking in love with this man.
I reach up, hooking an arm around his neck and pullinghim down to my level. Then we’re kissing and undressing each other. Just like in a movie.
When we’re naked, I get settled in the tub and Easton gets in at the other end. We chat and laugh. I feed Easton bites of ham and cured chorizo while he scrubs my feet with a fancy pumice stone.
The whole time, I’m thinking, I don’t want to wait anymore. I want him to be the one.
Tonight.
Right now.
Setting the platter of food aside, I crawl into his lap, straddling him as water spills over the sides of the tub. Easton is already hard. I can feel the stiffness of his erection beneath the water. I instinctively begin to work my hips, letting my pussy lips slip back and forth on his length.
We don’t have to exchange a word. We just stare into each other’s eyes. “I think we both know that it’s time,” I whisper, unsure of where the courage comes from.
Easton takes my face into his giant hands. “Are you sure?”
I nod without hesitation and he kisses me deeply. His tongue brushes against mine and I groan. I allow my hands to wander all over his slick skin and he touches me too. Everywhere.
“God. I need you, Alba,” he says to me.
“I need you, too. Please,” I whisper against his mouth.
The thoughts in my head melt into each other as Easton eases from beneath me, rising out of the tub with soap suds dripping down his long, muscular limbs. He grabs a fluffy towel from the hook and reaches for my hand. Climbing out of the water, I let him dry my skin as he merges his lips with mine.
We don’t break the kiss as we stumble across the suite tothe bed. My body tumbles onto the plush surface and Easton takes a step backward, standing at the foot of the mattress.
I whimper at the loss of contact.
“Fuck, Alba. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.” He growls. He actually growls.
A shudder moves through me. Easton has been tender and patient with me all these weeks, always prioritizing my pleasure and helping me discover what my body likes. He’s been using superhuman discipline to hold back his own desires for my sake. But from the way he’s looking at me, there’s no doubt in my mind that he won’t be able to control his primal instincts tonight.
Easton grabs something off the nightstand, a bottle of massage oil, I realize and he approaches.
Goosebumps cover my skin as I wait for what comes next.
“Roll over, Alba,” he commands me in that same gravelly tone.
My breathing is shallow and reedy, but I do as he asks me. The bed dips beneath his weight as he crawls over me. Staring at the headboard, I hold my breath, waiting for the moment when his body makes contact with mine.
I moan when his calloused palms find the tops of my shoulder blades. His slippery hands chart a slow path down to the top of my ass. The sweetness of the oil permeates the air. Something like coconut. It stirs me up even more. I can’t handle the anticipation coursing through my body.
“Easton…” I mumble into the pillow. I’m already squirming against the mattress, my clit begging for friction.
“Relax for me, baby.” His fingertips trail up the sides of my ribcage.
Relax? How the hell am I supposed to relax when he’stouching me like this, when his cock is a heavy log brushing against the seam of my ass with his every movement?
“Let go. Let all your thoughts melt away. Don’t think. Just feel.” He begins to work my muscles, letting his strong hands knead out the tension in my limbs. Meanwhile, he peppers kisses all over my back and shoulders, just like I requested on my wishlist.
