impatient climax. His hands fisted at his hips. He took deep, cleansing breaths, searching for control.
Zoe watched him intently, her golden hair darker now, the color of pale molasses. “You planning to stand there all night?” Again she taunted him. “I could use some help with the spots I can’t reach.”
To hell with control. He ripped his underwear down his legs and kicked it aside. Zoe’s wide-eyed gaze settled on his penis and stayed there. He saw her swallow and lick her lips. “I’ll wash spots you didn’t even know you had,” he threatened.
When he joined her in the shower, she backed against the far wall. Without asking, he took the soap from her lax grip and slid the sandalwood-scented bar from her throat to her navel.
Zoe’s eyelids fluttered shut. Her lips parted and her respiration grew shallow. Now that he was in reach of what he wanted, he was able to gain a measure of delayed gratification. “Does that feel good?” he asked, pretending he was cool and calm. Inside his chest, his heart raced madly.
She stirred restlessly, one of her bare thighs brushing his. “Yes.” The single syllable was slurred.
When he managed to move his gaze from her face to her breasts and onto the real estate below, he noticed the small fluff of feminine curls that had been trimmed in a tiny heart. He touched the shape with a single fingertip. “I like this, sweet Zoe. As far as I can tell, you collect hearts everywhere you go.”
“Don’t tease,” she muttered, opening her eyes and gazing at him with such a beseeching look that for a single breathless second he would have given her anything she asked for.
He rotated his hand in the air. “Turn around. I’m not done.”
Complying with just the right amount of sulky obedience, she flattened her hands against the wall of the shower and bowed her head. As he tucked her hair forward over her shoulder, Liam’s heart bounced once and lodged uncomfortably in the vicinity of his throat. This was supposed to be a game. But looking at her like this swamped him with feelings that went beyond simple lust.
The nape of her neck struck him as painfully defenseless. Her shoulder blades were a tad too pronounced, but the line of her spine led to an ass that curved like a perfect, ripe peach.
Reaching for a washcloth, he lathered it and began to wash her back. If Zoe’s little sighs and murmurs were any indication, she enjoyed his attention. Shortly, he abandoned the rag and used his bare hands to soap up her slick, creamy skin. His fingertips learned the dips and valleys of her body.
Unable to resist, he rested his erection in the cleft of her bottom, and pressed his lips to the top of her spine. “I don’t know what I’ve done right in my life to deserve this moment, but I would walk through fire to have you again and again.”
She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder with a sultry smile that shot his blood pressure into the danger zone. “You haven’t had me yet,” she pointed out.
“Are you complaining? I thought women loved foreplay.”
“I’m merely pointing out that you don’t have to work so hard. I’m all yours, Liam.”
Four simple words. Four teasing, erotic, knee-weakening syllables. I’m all yours, Liam. Did she really mean it? Did she have a clue how starved he was for her and only her, no matter the consequences?
His libido snapped the chains of his intellect. “Turn around, woman. Put your hands over your head.”
Nine
W hen Zoe faced Liam, she realized in an instant that they had segued fast and hard from teasing flirtation to gut-deep lust. His pupils were dilated.... Only a tiny rim of royal blue remained. The dark flush on his cheekbones gave him the look of a warrior.
Shoulders that seemed impossibly wide bracketed a chest that was a miracle of nature. Muscle and sinew and a faint smattering of dark hair. The man who appeared so sophisticated and debonair in a tailored suit was a dominant male in his prime.
Oxygen
Zoe watched him intently, her golden hair darker now, the color of pale molasses. “You planning to stand there all night?” Again she taunted him. “I could use some help with the spots I can’t reach.”
To hell with control. He ripped his underwear down his legs and kicked it aside. Zoe’s wide-eyed gaze settled on his penis and stayed there. He saw her swallow and lick her lips. “I’ll wash spots you didn’t even know you had,” he threatened.
When he joined her in the shower, she backed against the far wall. Without asking, he took the soap from her lax grip and slid the sandalwood-scented bar from her throat to her navel.
Zoe’s eyelids fluttered shut. Her lips parted and her respiration grew shallow. Now that he was in reach of what he wanted, he was able to gain a measure of delayed gratification. “Does that feel good?” he asked, pretending he was cool and calm. Inside his chest, his heart raced madly.
She stirred restlessly, one of her bare thighs brushing his. “Yes.” The single syllable was slurred.
When he managed to move his gaze from her face to her breasts and onto the real estate below, he noticed the small fluff of feminine curls that had been trimmed in a tiny heart. He touched the shape with a single fingertip. “I like this, sweet Zoe. As far as I can tell, you collect hearts everywhere you go.”
“Don’t tease,” she muttered, opening her eyes and gazing at him with such a beseeching look that for a single breathless second he would have given her anything she asked for.
He rotated his hand in the air. “Turn around. I’m not done.”
Complying with just the right amount of sulky obedience, she flattened her hands against the wall of the shower and bowed her head. As he tucked her hair forward over her shoulder, Liam’s heart bounced once and lodged uncomfortably in the vicinity of his throat. This was supposed to be a game. But looking at her like this swamped him with feelings that went beyond simple lust.
The nape of her neck struck him as painfully defenseless. Her shoulder blades were a tad too pronounced, but the line of her spine led to an ass that curved like a perfect, ripe peach.
Reaching for a washcloth, he lathered it and began to wash her back. If Zoe’s little sighs and murmurs were any indication, she enjoyed his attention. Shortly, he abandoned the rag and used his bare hands to soap up her slick, creamy skin. His fingertips learned the dips and valleys of her body.
Unable to resist, he rested his erection in the cleft of her bottom, and pressed his lips to the top of her spine. “I don’t know what I’ve done right in my life to deserve this moment, but I would walk through fire to have you again and again.”
She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder with a sultry smile that shot his blood pressure into the danger zone. “You haven’t had me yet,” she pointed out.
“Are you complaining? I thought women loved foreplay.”
“I’m merely pointing out that you don’t have to work so hard. I’m all yours, Liam.”
Four simple words. Four teasing, erotic, knee-weakening syllables. I’m all yours, Liam. Did she really mean it? Did she have a clue how starved he was for her and only her, no matter the consequences?
His libido snapped the chains of his intellect. “Turn around, woman. Put your hands over your head.”
Nine
W hen Zoe faced Liam, she realized in an instant that they had segued fast and hard from teasing flirtation to gut-deep lust. His pupils were dilated.... Only a tiny rim of royal blue remained. The dark flush on his cheekbones gave him the look of a warrior.
Shoulders that seemed impossibly wide bracketed a chest that was a miracle of nature. Muscle and sinew and a faint smattering of dark hair. The man who appeared so sophisticated and debonair in a tailored suit was a dominant male in his prime.
Oxygen
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