Page 118 of Mourner for Hire
He pulls back, running his thumb over my bottom lip with a dance of fury and passion in his eyes. He trails his thumb over my shoulder, gently outlining the heart shape.
“Don’t do this,” I warn.
“Please tell me to stop.”
And I should. But I won’t, despite his polite pleas.
There is so much at his fingertips. He barely touches me. Still, I throb. I ache. And if he doesn’t act, I’m going to beg. I hold his gaze, pulling him to me by the small of his back. Closer. Closer. My spine pulls taut, rigid with nerves.
“It’s okay, Vada. Relax.”
But I don’t know how to relax. Instead, I exhale, releasing the tension of my body into him.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
He does. His fingers grip my wet hair. My teeth bite his lips. Our bodies ache and throb against each other. The heat of the water surrounds us as the cool autumn rain pierces our skin. Therain comes down harder and faster until we are both gasping for air, drowning in the night sky and each other.
“Do we stop here?” he asks.
My thumb plays with the waistband of his wet boxers, and I dip my fingers inside.
“No,” I pant. “Please don’t stop.”
FORTY-ONE
DOMINIC
Heat bloomslike fire as all my desire for her manifests itself in my body. She strokes me once, then twice. Her eyes sparkle as she takes in the sight of me. She moves slowly, teasing me and running her thumb over the tip, just as I drag my index finger down her neck and over the curve of her breast, taking a nipple in my mouth.
Her movements stop completely, and she tosses her head back.
My palms brace her abdomen, and I push her back against the hot tub so she’s sitting on the edge. Her fingers dig into my hair as I take her other nipple in my mouth. She opens her legs for me without me having to ask, and I trail kisses from her breasts to her navel, then lower, lower. My mouth salivates the closer I get to tasting her.
I look up at her. Droplets of rain are running down her face and dripping off her lips, but she stares down at me in disbelief. I run my fingertips gingerly under the hem of her bikini bottom.
“Yes?” I ask.
I watch her swallow.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I run my thumb down her center, staying outside the fabric,and she pulses forward, just enough to let me know it’s the right spot. I slip my fingers under the panty line and touch her. A soft circle. Teasing her the way she teased me.
“Dominic,” she whispers, a plea on her lips.
I push two fingers inside her and rest my thumb on her clit.
“Dominic!” she gasps this time, loud against the rainstorm.
I keep my hand in motion and untie the side of her yellow bikini, letting it fall into the water below us. Replacing my thumb with my mouth makes her buck toward me, crying out as her heels dig into my back and pull me closer, her legs draped over my shoulders.
I remove my fingers and let my mouth cover her, tasting her, devouring her until there’s no question she just came all over my tongue.
Her legs are wobbly with the aftershock of her orgasm, and her breathing is subdued, her eyes sleepy. I whisper kisses on her inner thighs as she laughs.
Within moments, the pouring rain turns into thunder and lightning in the distance. We meet eyes. A silent agreement that it’s time to go inside.
I scoop her into my arms and stumble through the back door. Her bikini is somewhere behind at the hot tub, and I press her naked body against the wall and kiss her.
