Been Loving You Too Long by Seraphina Donavan Page B

and when he’d been inside her, pressing so deeply that it was impossible to tell where one body ended and the other began.  
    The familiar heaviness settled into her breasts, her nipples hardening into taut peaks as heat pooled low in her belly.   Thinking of Vincent, of the way the dim light had cast such harsh shadows over his well defined muscles as he’d moved over, inside her, Ophelia was helpless to do anything other than give into the need that filled her in that moment.  
    Cupping one breast with her left hand, she closed her fingers over the budded nipple, wishing fervently that it was Vincent’s hand, or the hot pull of his mouth.   Her other hand slid beneath the water, between her parted thighs, to the damp heat of her sex.  

     
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    Vincent paused in the doorway, his tie dangling from his fingertips.   He hadn’t heard the music until he opened the door, and he hadn’t realized that Ophelia was in the house.
    Kaitlyn had told him she was moving her belongings in that day, but he hadn’t seen her car.   Of course, he’d parked on the street rather than in the driveway to avoid having to move the car for the florist and caterer the next day.  
    He was cursing himself for it.   Had he realized that she was there, he never would have opened the bathroom door without knocking—and the vision before him would not be permanently seared into his brain.  
    It seemed as if every drop of blood in his body had rushed directly to his cock.   He was so painfully hard that his clothing had become a torture device.   Still, he didn’t move.   If he made a sound, she would know he was there and she would stop.  
    Watching one of her slender hands moving delicately over the lush globes of her breasts, tugging gently at one nipple before sliding over soap slicked skin to offer that same enticing treatment to the other, he was enraptured.   That her other hand had disappeared beneath the surface of the water had not escaped him either.
    Knowing that she was touching herself so intimately was wrecking the last shred of control he possessed.   Watching the flush as it crept over her breasts and pinkened her cheeks, he wanted to badly to touch her.   Her lips parted on a soft moan and his entire body seized.  
    Even as he looked on, she kept her eyes closed tightly and her movements became more frantic.   The soft moans grew louder and her breathing grew more rapid.   When she arched her back, her breasts lifting entirely out of the sudsy water, it was all he could not to rush over there and simply take what she unknowingly offered  
    “Vincent,” she murmured.  
    He thought at first that he’d been found out, but her eyes remained firmly closed.   Which left only one possible conclusion.   Whatever fantasy was inspiring her to bring herself to release, he was a part of it.  
    The very thought affected him in ways he’d never imagined.   The possessiveness that consumed him in that moment didn’t frighten him.   Ophelia was his, and that was all that mattered to him.   Dropping his tie to the floor, he unbuttoned his shirt while toeing off his shoes at the same time.   In stocking feet and the pants that felt like a vice over his swollen member, he moved toward the tub and the temptress who awaited him there.  
    He was only a few feet from the tub when she cried out, her body shuddering with her climax.
    Her eyes fluttered open and met his gaze.   A dozen emotions crossed her face in that split second, shock, horror, embarrassment, anger, but the last was lust.   Her gaze had settled on his bare chest before wandering down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.   “You shouldn’t be in here!” she finally managed, hunkering down in the tub to shield her breasts from his view.  
    “You’re one to talk about things a person shouldn’t be doing,” he quipped.   “What a naughty girl you are, Ophelia.”
    “Get out!”
    “I don’t think so...Ten seconds ago, I