Page 65 of Jack of Hearts
“Lauren let me in. Put your head under the water so I can rinse the shampoo out.”
A man had never washed her hair before. Actually, she’d never bathed with a man before. It was sexy, and apparently he thought so, too, because he pressed against her back, letting her know he was aroused.
“Did I mention that I missed you?” He poured body soap onto his hands.
“I think I remember you saying something like that.” With his slick hands gliding over her body, she wasn’t sure what she remembered. His fingers brushed across her breasts, raising goose bumps on her skin where he touched her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder again, closing her eyes as his hands roamed over her body, sending a burning need through her. He flattened his palm on her belly, pulling her tight to him.
“I love how warm and soft you feel, Mad.” He angled his head, finding her mouth with his.
With one hand, he toyed with her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard pebbles, while the hand he had on her stomach inched lower. When his fingers slid into her sex, she moaned, getting an answering growl from him. Their tongues tangled as he stroked her with clever fingers.
“Alex,” she whispered, as desire so sharp that it bordered on exquisite pain spiraled through her.
“Come for me, baby.”
As if her body was his to command, her core muscles squeezed around his fingers, and pleasure raced through her. Her knees buckled, refusing to do their job of holding her up, but Alex was there to catch her. His mouth trailed down to her neck, and she felt him smile against her skin. He was damn pleased with himself, but she couldn’t fault him for it. Still struggling to get air back into her lungs, she was pushed against the tile, his large body covering hers.
“I’ll die right here in your shower if I’m not in you this minute,” he said, then sucked on her earlobe.
“Yes, please.” Else she might die right along beside him.
“Don’t move.” He opened the shower door, bent down, and picked up a condom from the floor.
“Pretty sure of yourself,” she teased.
Black eyes smoldering with heat pierced hers. “Hoping.”
“Put that on and come here.”
A wicked grin curved his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
She watched as he unrolled the condom, and when he was sheathed, he stood still for a moment as his gaze roamed over her.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, Madison.” He lifted a finger and trailed it down the valley of her breasts. “All that beautiful red hair, wet and curling down your back, the drops of water snaking down your body, making your skin glisten ...” He thumped a fist over his heart. “You slay me right here.”
Was it possible for a person to melt? “I think you’re beautiful, too.” And, God, he was. She wanted to lick up every pearl of water dripping down his perfectly sculpted body. His mouth softened into a smile that made her heart flutter.
He pressed against her, staring down at her. “Let me love you, beautiful girl.”
She nodded.
“Thank you,” he whispered. He wrapped his hands around her upper arms, made a slow slide of his palms down to her hands, and laced their fingers together. The next second, he had her arms lifted over her head, held there by his hard grip.
She sucked in a breath when he took himself in hand and probed her entrance, then made a slow slide up and down her sex. “Want,” she said. “Please, Alex.”
He rested his forehead against hers, letting out a breath that blew warm on her cheeks. “I can’t decide whether to make love to you hard or slow and easy. You decide.”
“Both.”
He laughed. “I might be good, but I’m not that good. Let’s go for hard now, then slow and easy the rest of the night. That work for you?”
She nodded.
“Have I made you speechless, Grasshopper?” Without giving her a chance to answer, he plunged into her.
Madison gasped. The way he filled her, the way he wrapped his big body around hers, making her feel like there was nowhere else she belonged but with him, was like nothing she’d ever felt before. “Not speechless. Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”
“Christ, Mad, I can do that.”
