Page 41 of Keeping the Single Dad
Lana
Wekissedinthedark hallway of my apartment. Alex’s large hands explored the lines of my hips and back through my silk dress.
I broke away from the kiss. “I have to take a quick shower.” I’d been on my feet all day at the wedding and I needed to freshen up.
He pulled me back into his arms. “No. I’m not letting you go.”
Laughing, I broke free of him. “Do you want me to get you a drink while you wait?”
He pulled me back into his arms for another breath stealing kiss before he released me. “Be quick.”
“I will.” An idea sprang to mind. “Unless you want to join me?”
His gaze dropped over my body. “I can’t say no to that.”
I took his hand and led him upstairs. I said a silent prayer that I’d tidied my apartment before I left for the wedding. Inside the cream marble bathroom, Alex leaned against the tiled wall, watching me as I stripped. I turned on the shower and stepped in. Hot water beat a delicious rhythm on my bare skin.?
“Aren’t you getting in?”?
A sensuous smile twisted his lips. “All in good time.”
I lathered myself, smoothing soapy bubbles all over my hips and stomach, and caressing my breasts with silky foam. My nipples firmed into hard pebbles under Alex’s heated gaze. “Do you like to watch me Big Mac?”
“Aye. I like to watch.” The rough edge to his voice made my heart pound.
I swiped my palm through the steam that misted the shower door, giving him a clearer view through the glass. An ache pulsed between my thighs. I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers down to relieve it. A shiver rippled through me as the hot water pounded. I surrendered to Alex’s intense gaze and the delicious pleasure at my core, building to a desperate peak.
I could open the shower door and drag him inside, but I liked him like this, intense and eager. Alex’s voice and the way he looked at me as though he’d never be able to look away was enough to push me toward the edge.
I positioned myself so that Alex had a better view. “Do you like this? Knowing that you can look, but you can’t touch.”
His gaze fixed where my fingers worked between my legs. “I can’t touch?”
Pounding water enveloped me in satisfying heat and steam. “No.”
My breath came in sharp gasps as I moved my fingers faster. The torturous need inside of me intensified.
Alex cleared his throat, his deep, soothing voice was raw with desire. “You like teasing me, don’t you?”
“Am I teasing you?”
“I know your game, Lana Sinclair. You know you have the most incredible body.” He stepped closer to the steamy glass. “You know full well seeing you like this would drive anyone wild.”
“What if I like being wild? The papers call me a wild child. Don’t you know that about me by now?”
“I know. I also know what wild girls need.”
“What do I need?”
His eyes locked with mine. “A firm hand.”
A ripple of pleasure went through me. My mouth went dry. He pressed his palm flat against the glass. “You’re going to bring yourself to the edge and then stop.”
“Stop?”
“If I’m not allowed to touch, then you’re not allowed to come until I say so. You’re not the only one that likes to tease. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
I bit down on my lip. His rough words made pleasure spark under my fingers. I kept my hand still, fighting every urge to keep up the delicious friction. My orgasm teetered out of reach, calling me like a siren to smash and fall apart in a stormy sea.
