Page 20 of A Happy Endings Wedding
“No. I can’t wait.”
She kissed him roughly, and he took over the kiss, the fire igniting between them. Fuck. He couldn’t safely carry her out of the tub, both of them soaking wet with water sloshed all over the floor. She wanted it here, then he’d give it to her his way.
He broke the kiss. “Turn around. You know what I like.” He lowered his voice to a guttural growl that always got her attention. “Tell me what you need to do.”
Her pale blue eyes dilated, her lips parting. “Spread my legs and surrender.”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and jerked his chin at her. “Turn around for me.”
She huffed. “Pulling out the sweet words just to make me agreeable.”
He waited, biting back a smile.
She turned around as requested, leaning back against him and spreading her legs. He didn’t touch her until she lifted her arms, resting them over his shoulders.
His cock surged painfully against his jeans. “Beautiful,” he growled in her ear, his hands cupping her breasts, brushing his fingers over the hard peaks. She arched her back, asking for more. He pinched her nipples and she cried out; then he soothed her with soft caresses. She relaxed against him. He rolled and tugged her nipples, sucking and nipping her neck, until she was writhing against him.
“Josh, please, I’m so turned on. Let me have you.”
He cupped one breast, strumming her nipple while his other hand delved between her legs. She sucked in a breath, quiet now as he stroked up and down her. He wouldn’t take her, only pleasure her. She needed to let go.
He made slow lazy circles that had her hips rising to meet him. With his other hand, he flipped the switch to open the drain on the tub.
“Josh!”
“Let’s see if I can make you come before the water runs out.”
She tried to turn around, but he kept her clamped in place, one hand between her legs, the other around her chest. “You tricked me into getting out of the tub.”
He increased the pressure, circling in on pleasure central. “Maybe I just enjoy a challenge. Now lie back and take it.”
She let out a shuddering sigh and relaxed against him again. He was seriously regretting wearing his jeans in the tub. He was about to bust the seams with his blue steeler.
He stroked his fingers down her throat and she tipped her head back, resting on his shoulder, her arms loose now at her sides, completely relaxed. He took his time bringing her through her pleasure in stages, listening to her breathing. Her breath always caught when she was close.
The water slowly drained.
Her hips rolled, her breath in short pants. Finally, her breath caught, and he shifted his hand away. She grabbed his wrist and shoved it back, but that wasn’t the way this game worked. It was his command, his control, and she knew it. When she released his hand and shifted her arms to her sides, giving him open access, he rewarded her with more. He took her close to the edge of release and pulled her back, over and over and over, making her crazed.
The water was nearly gone when he got her to begging, out of her mind, unaware of anything but his fingers. She whimpered mindlessly, her hips lifting, her back bowing. He wanted her so fucking bad, wanted to drive deep inside, but he held on. Her pleasure, her need, was what mattered. He was steering her away from the abyss and over to bliss. He drew on every ounce of willpower to see it through.
“Josh,” she whispered. “Love.”
She was close. The water was gone.
“You want to come now?” He stroked her more firmly and then gently again, drawing lazy circles.
“Yes, please, please, please.”
He increased the pressure, stroking over and over as his fingers closed over her nipple in a hard pinch. She went off with a throaty cry, bucking against his fingers. He stayed with her, slowing it down, letting her soak in every last wave of pleasure until she collapsed against him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He tugged her by the hair, turning her for his kiss. “You’re welcome. Tub’s empty.”
She twisted, curling into his lap and resting her head against his shoulder. He reached for the towel she’d left on the ledge and covered her with it. Then he just held her, all of him alive and aware, filled with the need to protect her, to make good on his promise to safeguard her happiness. He’d never loved anyone the way he loved her. Fiercely. With every cell in his being.
He tightened his arms around her. “I love you so damn much.”
