Beneath the water, CJ’s hand finds my waist. Though I’m plenty warm from the soak, a tremor hums beneath my skin, making my thighs flex and an ache spiral tighter inside me.
He brushes my cheek with the backs of his knuckles, then traces the side of my neck, his hungry gaze sweeping down to the top of my exposed chest and shoulders, then back up.
With my breaths coming quicker in my throat, I close my eyes as he leans down, his soft lips brushing against mine, his mustache making my skin buzz. I embrace his mouth, savoring the needy groan rumbling up his throat when I bite down just a little.
His grip on my waist glides up, slowly, while his other handcradles the back of my neck, his thumb sweeping past the column of my throat. Needing to steady myself, I grasp his waist with both hands. It’s even better than that night we made out in the back of the Sweetwater—his body is lean and taut, strong. I want more of it. More of everything. Is it too much?
Our tongues meet. Gentle, almost sweet, but he quickly deepens the kiss, and it’s my soft groan in his mouth this time. He caresses up the side of my waist, tracing my curves and up each of my ribs while our kisses turn hungry, until he strokes beneath my breast. A quiver dances over my skin and that same emptiness inside me cramps. I grip him tighter at his waist, inviting him. His tongue dances with mine, exploring, teasing, as he strokes my nipple with his thumb.
I suck in a breath and try to soak in all the sensations flooding my body at once. The soft flicking of his tongue and the delicious prickle from his mustache. His sensual touch. The way both make it easier to soften the wild thoughts running nonstop through my head. My worries and doubts. Fears I haven’t quite figured out how to quiet.
The water swishes around us like a caress as he strokes and circles my breasts with his fingertips and the curve of his palms. The friction from his calluses combined with his needy sighs against my lips make it impossible not to touch him too. When I rub down his stomach and past his erection, he hisses in pleasure into my mouth. But when I wrap my hand around him, he gently pulls my hand away and urges me backward.
There’s no sitting bench on this side of the tub, but he lifts me by my thighs so my back is pressed against the wet wood and my legs wrap around his middle. My pussy makes contact with the tight muscles of his abdomen. A needy growl escapes my lips, and I can’t help arching my body to get him just a little bit closer. The craving for his mouth on me everywhere twists inside my core, urgent, with that edge of recklessness that makes me blow right past my worry about giving him too much of myself so soon. Maybe that’s testing my own limits, but in this moment, I can’t seem to care. Not withthe way he’s gripping my thighs and kissing his way down my neck. Like he’s taking his time. Like I’m worth savoring.
I comb through his hair, delighting in the slippery, wet curls between my fingers. When his soft tongue circles my nipple, I can’t hold back my whimper or the tilting of my hips. Because I want more but I’m afraid the words will sound clumsy.
He wraps his lips around me, still so gentle but sensual, like he’s keeping his promise about taking his time.As slow as I please.
God, did he mean it?
When he moves to my other breast, I rock even closer to him while lifting my face to the sky so the snowflakes melt on my cheeks, their cold kiss the perfect antidote to the heat coiling so fast inside me. Sweet heaven, this man is going to unravel me.
His teeth graze my tingling skin, and then he’s kissing his way up my neck, sucking on the place where my pulse is galloping, his lips warm and full and his beard heightening my awareness, hooking my attention. My fingers tighten in his hair, making him groan. “I need you to touch me.” My words tumble free in a whispered rush.
He hums against my neck. “I have a better idea.”
Before I can make sense of what he means, he lifts me to the edge of the tub. The sudden rush of the cold air on my superheated skin comes as a delightful shock, and I jolt, my breaths fast and shaky in my chest. “What are you doing?”
With his eyes on me, he caresses up my legs, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Think you can keep quiet?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Would you rather go inside?” He tilts his head, a devilish look in his eye.
“No.”
“Good girl.” His praise is low and sultry, making my toes curl. “Because I’ve been dreaming of tasting your pussy since I first kissed you.” Pleasure sparks behind my breastbone, further dampening my doubts.
He kisses the top of my thighs while gently stroking them open, his touch slow and sensual. Snowflakes melt on my breasts and shoulders like icy caresses from the night sky, like I’m floating in stardust. I grip the side of the tub for balance as he kisses his way up my inner thigh.
“Oh, sweet darlin,” he says tenderly, stroking me with the flat of his thumb. “You’ve been wanting me here all night, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my fingers tightening on the edge of the tub.
He gives me one wicked caress of his tongue. It’s warm and silky where I’m hot and already so desperate. The added friction from his beard makes it almost unbearable.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He gives a low groan, gripping my thighs, like he needs to keep me in place. “Tell me what you like.”
Panting, I try to catch the words from my spinning thoughts. “Everything.”
He hums against me, gently circling my clit. “Here, or…” He caresses down and sinks two fingers inside me. “Here.”
The pleasure is exquisite and so powerful all I can do is suck in a gasp.
“Use your words, Linnea.” He nips my inner thigh.
Maybe it’s my full name rolling past his sultry lips or the firm tone, but it leaves no room for hesitation. “Your mouth, and your fingers.”