Page 62 of Wilder at Heart
Oh, God. His face and his mouth and his touch and his tone of voice have me so hot, but this is quite a bold move. Perhaps a shot of Dutch courage would have been a good bet to take the edge off, before I propositioned him and bit off way more than I could chew.
I watch his face as he smiles encouragingly at me, and keep my eyes on him as I open my legs.
He looks down at the space I’m exposing to him and runs his hand over his stubble.
‘Fuck me. Wider, babe.’
I scoot my feet wider. My breath is coming harder.
Theo’s jaw tenses. He licks his lips as his hand edges towards the apex of my open legs, but he pulls it away and gets to his feet. My head jerks up in surprise.
‘I knew you’d have a beautiful pussy.’ His voice is controlled, but the strain in it is audible. ‘It’s just as gorgeous as I imagined.’
Dear Lord. He said the P-word. Another word I usually hate, but coming from his mouth, in that tone, it sounds like pure sex.
Which, my body tells me, is a Very Good Thing.
He’s got to his feet and is messing with the shower settings.
‘What are you doing?’ I manage. My voice sounds breathy and weird.
A wolfish grin. ‘This.’
He diverts one of the showerheads to the hand-held one and holds it up. He steps closer, so he’s towering over me, and if I wasn’t apprehensive-slash-dying-with-lust, I’d laugh, because the vision in front of me is so ridiculouslymuch.
‘Time to warm you up, sweetheart.’
‘I’m pretty warm,’ I squeak.
‘That’s not what I meant.’ He flicks the shower head over one of my breasts. ‘Thisis what I meant.’
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
Lord.
I’m dead. I won’t last a minute with this guy. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, getting into bed (figuratively and literally) with a man like Romeo Montague.
The fleeting spray of water is just enough to tease my nipple to the highestwhat the hell was thatalert. It stands to attention, straining for more. My mouth falls open.
‘Oh my God.Theo.’
‘Just getting started.’ He grins at me. ‘You are so fucking beautiful. Look at that water streaming over your tits. Down your pussy. Keep looking at me. I want to see what those gorgeous eyes do when you get close.’
He flicks the shower head back and forth between my nipples. The flow isn’t too powerful, so the sensation is teasing rather than intense, but as he lingers longer on each breast, it grows more profound. And my body aches more. The flow of water running down my body is coursing between my legs, and the relentless tickle over my clit and the sensitive surrounding flesh builds. I arch my back and wriggle a little.
‘Ready for more?’ Theo asks, and I nod vehemently.
‘Yes.Yes.’
‘Good girl.’ He lowers the shower head and points it straight between my legs, and at the direct contact, I practically jump off the bench. It’s heaven. It’s amazing. It’s?—
He pulls the stream away and returns to my breasts. My nipples are now so sensitised that there’s a risk I come just like this, but I don’t want to. I want more. I need so much more.
I’m panting. ‘Theo. I need it on my clit. Seriously.Please.’
