Page 43 of Wild Rush Of Love
She bent over to retrieve the soap—and got something far better for her efforts.
Rush’s slippery hands slid up her spine. “Stay like that. Don’t move except to spread your legs.”
Reena had no idea what he planned. Didn’t care when those big hands moved all over her back and ended up on her butt. He cupped her cheeks, his fingers slipping between to tantalize her with what might happen.
“Are you okay like that?” he asked as he shifted his fingertips deeper into the crease between her legs. “I want to make sure I get all of you clean.”
Her legs shook when he stroked her folds. “Rush.”
“If you need to stand up, tell me, but I really like you in this position, Reena. I can see all of you from here.”
His words stoked the fires of passion from a smolder to a burn, and when she glanced between her parted legs to see he’d crouched behind her, that burn became a blaze.
She really wanted to know what he planned. Locking her knees, she hoped she could hold the position long enough to find out. “I’m okay.”
“Perfect. What you are is perfect.” He dropped a kiss on her butt cheek then proceeded to make certain every inch of her was clean.
His hands smoothed over her skin. From her bottom, he went down her legs, was careful to not miss her feet. Then he trailed his fingers lightly up her inner thighs, teasing her with the gentlest of brushes over her sex before moving on to her back.
He seemed to take special care with each bump of her spine, digging into muscles taut with desire, before leaning over her and murmuring in her ear.
“Time to stand up.”
Her muscles and bones had gone soft and it took the two of them to get her upright. “I feel so shaky.”
“Lean back against the wall.” Rush guided her. “We need to get the front of you clean now.”
Jesus. She’d be jelly on the floor before he was done. “When is it my turn?” she murmured.
“Soon.” He kissed her. Not a quick peck but a tongue-swiping, mouth-sucking mating of lips that had her limbs trembling and her breath stalling. “Hmm…I like you all soft.”
Soft? She was giving toasted marshmallows a run for their money. “Rush.”
“Shh.” He licked the shell of her ear. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”
She knew he wouldn’t. The only place she’d be falling while in his capable hands was off the cliff of ecstasy.
Leaning against the wall, Reena closed her eyes and let him take her on a ride of sweet bliss. His hands and fingers stroked and teased every part of her from shoulders to toes.
He took special care of her breasts. Working them over and over until the peaks were hard knots of pounding need. He left them wanting, moving lower to tease between her legs in the same mind-blowingly frustrating build of pleasure before backing off and moving on.
Her thighs quivered as he ran his hands over them. Her knees shook when he cupped them in his palms, his fingers brushing the backs in a tickling caress. When he stroked down her shins to her feet, he made sure to massage the calves that had already received his tender care. And then he took care of her feet.
Heel, arch, toes, nothing got left out. He probed, stroked, pressed. One foot at a time, Rush spoiled her with his undivided attention.
If he didn’t already have a job, Reena would suggest he get one giving foot massages. She’d paid for plenty and never had one this good.
His fingers trailed back up her body before disappearing.
“Hey.” She opened her eyes to find him standing in front of her, grinning.
“All clean.”
“That’s it? You’re finished?”
Rush nodded. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?”
No, he hadn’t. And she was a quivering mess of unfulfilled sexual need to prove it. Two could play that game. Smiling, she reached for the soap. “My turn.”
