Page 55 of Flameborne: Fury
She inhaled sharply, a rush of warmth and delight reaching me through the bond.
I smiled, tossed the towel aside, and stumbled into the water, cursing when the frigid cold of it splashed against my skin. But I couldn’t get close to her fast enough. To hell with the cold—I needed it to soothe my body’s response to her if I wanted to take this slower than our previous joining.
She started towards me before I was past my knees, both of us hurrying until we slammed together, the water we’d kicked splashing around us. My body, which was startled by the frigid chill against hot skin, roared when heat and desire bolted fromthe churning in my chest straight to my groin as she threw herself into my arms and pulled me into a kiss.
I almost dropped the soap as I wrapped that arm around her lower back to pull her up on her toes, and reached for her breast with the other.
As Bren sucked on my tongue and my body sang with need, I wrestled for control.
Should I forget washing altogether? Haul her against me and take her as frantically as I wished to? Or fight to slow down and savor it?
Shivering with the cold from the water, and the intensity of my need, I pulled out of the kiss, my breath heavy and short as I slid my palm cupping the soap up, over her nipple. And when it slipped easily over her wet skin, drew it up to her collarbones, along those pretty ridges, tracing them with my fingertips, then back down to the other breast, the little pat of soap leaving slick bubbles in my wake.
Chest rising and falling under my touch, Bren looked down and watched, wide-eyed, as I began to wash her, groaning in my throat as I drew the soap down, under her breast and let my thumb brush over the hard rivet of her nipple. She bit her lip and stared up at me, but I kept my eyes down, watching myself touch her, cupping underneath her breast, the sliding the soap down her ribs, across her belly, then back up.
My breathing was harsh, audible over the tinkling of the river.
Unable to resist, I soaped up my other hand, then leaned back far enough to watch myself paint her with both hands.
As I began to touch her in long, slow strokes, Bren gripped my hips, but let her head sink back, which raised her breasts higher, nipples pointing to the sky. I grunted as a jolt of desire pulsed through me, making my cock jump and ache as I tracedlines on her skin with my fingertips, smiling when her muscles constricted under my touch.
With a growl of need, I dropped one hand to the water, cupping and pulling it up to pour it over her skin. She gasped with the cold, which made her nipples tighten further.
I had to taste them.
Leaning over her, keeping the soap clasped in one hand, I kissed her deeply, dipping my head to taste the skin under her throat, then down, bending her back over my arm as I drew down her body until I could open my mouth over that sweet, rosy peak and suck. Hard.
Bren gasped again, one hand plunging into my hair, but to my delight, she arched further back, but lifted her chin to watch me, holding me there, her breath coming in short, sharp rasps to match my own harsh puffs.
Kissing, sucking, teasing, nipping, I got lost in her body, drawing that soap over every inch of her skin, then following it with cupped handfuls of water not nearly gently enough as I grasped and splashed, letting the trickles slide down the sweet curves of her, following them with my nails when my fingers were empty, thrilling when she twitched and whispered my name.
At some point she took the soap from me and returned the favor, sliding both hands over my chest and abdomen, swirling the small bubbles everywhere, over my shoulders, hips and sides, then down, taking me in her hands, the slick soap giving such a sweet, easy touch, I jolted and thrust into her grip.
For a long minute I fisted her hair in one hand and cupped her breast in the other, rolling my hips, pushing into her hands. But the pleasure grew so quickly I began to shudder, and feared I’d lose control.
Sucking in sharply, I pulled my hips away from her, opening my eyes, smiling when she looked up at me with wary concern.
Panting, I traced the line of her jaw with a finger.
“I want this to last,” I growled, tipping her chin up when she tried to look away. “The dragons will be a while. We have time. I want to enjoy you, Bren. I want you to enjoy me.”
“I do,” she said without hesitation. Then she stepped closer, pressing herself right up against my belly and chest, her eyes wide and liquid in the brightening sun. “I enjoy all of you, Donavyn. I wantyouto enjoyme.”
I huffed. “You’ve made a habit of achievements, first try,” I said dryly.
She smiled, then as I took her braid and began to wrap it around my fist, intending to pull her up into a kiss, she surprised me by drawing the soap up and down between her breasts, then sliding herself down my body, hands gripping my ass, until I was treated to the deeply erotic sight and sensation of my cock sliding between her breasts to emerge above them. When my eyes widened she smiled and pulled her elbows tight against her sides, plumping her breasts further and moving, bobbing in the water until I was clean—and shaking, twitching,fightingorgasm.
I still had her braid wrapped in my fist, and on her next rise, I pulled her up. Grabbing the soap from her, I tossed it back to the shore, and pulled her against me, kissing her so harshly our teeth clashed.
She sucked in, but clung to me, one arm around my neck, the other clawed at my back.
Lifting her again, I walked us deeper into the water until she began to float, then made myself break the kiss.
She whimpered and opened her eyes, wrapping her legs around my thighs, but I shook my head. “No, let yourself float. I want to touch you.” My voice was gruff as if I’d used it harshly all day.
A small V appeared between her brows, but she did as I asked. I turned her so her back was to me and she let herself float as I walked us deeper, until she lay in the water with her head on my shoulder and her body spread like a table before my gaze.
“God,Bren,” With the water taking her weight, I could use both hands to draw up under her thighs to her hips to her sides, then up, over her breasts, stroking and teasing until she wriggled and her breath grew faster.
