I wasn’t as gentle as I should’ve been.”
He still didn’t look convinced. Maybe he was worried about his size. Perhaps he hadn’t always fit inside a woman. Cammie sighed.
“No, you weren’t, but I loved...it.” She’d almost said she loved him. Damn, that would’ve been disastrous. Men were notorious for running for the hills when a woman proclaimed their love for them.
She turned and glanced over her shoulder, offering a smile she hoped reassured him and invited more. She stepped into the polished stone shower that would give a spa a run for its money. She’d just walked under the spray when he entered behind her.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you I’m fine. Your form of lovemaking was intensely pleasurable, not to mention highly erotic. You’ll not hear one complaint from me. It’s not necessary, so don’t apologize again. Grrr.” She growled, and, dang it, she was the most non-growly woman she 66
knew. “I’ve tried to convey this to you with words. Maybe I should demonstrate how much I want you, just so we’re clear.”
Grabbing a bottle of body wash that screamed Keanu, she soaped up her hands. He quirked an eyebrow and pointed at the wash cloth, but she wanted to touch him. To explore all the ridged dips and hollows.
Starting with his shoulders, she paid close attention to their wide expanse. Traveling down his chest, she gave each nipple a scratch, and saw them pucker up. Tracing over his stomach and down his thighs, Cammie skipped the good parts. When she reached his feet, and, Lord save her, even they were beautiful, she looked up, making a twirling motion with her finger.
Keanu presented her with his backside, and she had an insane urge to bite his butt. Barely controlling herself, she started at the bottom this time. By the time she reached the cleft of his ass, and poured more fragrant soap in her hands, she was panting.
Who would have thought touching him could turn her on so much? She let some bubbles
dribble over his ass, and traced his crack with her soapy finger.
“Cammie,” he growled out a warning.
Choosing to ignore him, Cammie gave in to her earlier urge and placed an open mouthed
kiss on first one firm globe, and then the other. Hearing a sigh, she smiled against his flesh and gave a small bite.
In a motion too fast for her to counter, he reversed their positions, and had her front pressed up against the smooth wall.
He trailed his hands down her arms, and his fingers over hers before taking her hands and placing them on the wall above her head, arranging them shoulder width apart.
“Keep your hands there.” He didn’t ask.
“Can you say please?” She asked pertly.
Did a grunt qualify as a no?
His hands took the same leisurely path hers had taken. He kneed her legs apart. She stood on her toes as his fingers slipped down her backside, and waited for his touch. He trailed them down and slipped inside her waiting channel.
“Yes,” she hummed.
He knelt behind her. “Don’t move.” Keanu wedged those broad shoulders that were slicked by water, between her legs, twisting his chest before he set his mouth to her center, and feasted.
67
How she managed to keep her hands on the tiles was a mystery, but she did, just barely.
When he slipped two fingers into her pussy, latched onto her clit with his mouth, and slid a well-lubed finger into her ass, she screamed.
She wasn’t able to control her curses, pleas, and oaths. He wasn’t content to make her come just once. Oh, no. The diabolical man brought her to another orgasm before he was surging to his feet, hiking her leg up over his thigh, and thrusting into her in one forceful stroke, before her body had even come down from her orgasms.
He placed his hands over hers, shafting back and forth so torturously slow she wanted to beg. Her legs quivered and her pussy twitched as a hoarse shout echoed around the stone walls.
The combination of his movements, and obvious
He still didn’t look convinced. Maybe he was worried about his size. Perhaps he hadn’t always fit inside a woman. Cammie sighed.
“No, you weren’t, but I loved...it.” She’d almost said she loved him. Damn, that would’ve been disastrous. Men were notorious for running for the hills when a woman proclaimed their love for them.
She turned and glanced over her shoulder, offering a smile she hoped reassured him and invited more. She stepped into the polished stone shower that would give a spa a run for its money. She’d just walked under the spray when he entered behind her.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you I’m fine. Your form of lovemaking was intensely pleasurable, not to mention highly erotic. You’ll not hear one complaint from me. It’s not necessary, so don’t apologize again. Grrr.” She growled, and, dang it, she was the most non-growly woman she 66
knew. “I’ve tried to convey this to you with words. Maybe I should demonstrate how much I want you, just so we’re clear.”
Grabbing a bottle of body wash that screamed Keanu, she soaped up her hands. He quirked an eyebrow and pointed at the wash cloth, but she wanted to touch him. To explore all the ridged dips and hollows.
Starting with his shoulders, she paid close attention to their wide expanse. Traveling down his chest, she gave each nipple a scratch, and saw them pucker up. Tracing over his stomach and down his thighs, Cammie skipped the good parts. When she reached his feet, and, Lord save her, even they were beautiful, she looked up, making a twirling motion with her finger.
Keanu presented her with his backside, and she had an insane urge to bite his butt. Barely controlling herself, she started at the bottom this time. By the time she reached the cleft of his ass, and poured more fragrant soap in her hands, she was panting.
Who would have thought touching him could turn her on so much? She let some bubbles
dribble over his ass, and traced his crack with her soapy finger.
“Cammie,” he growled out a warning.
Choosing to ignore him, Cammie gave in to her earlier urge and placed an open mouthed
kiss on first one firm globe, and then the other. Hearing a sigh, she smiled against his flesh and gave a small bite.
In a motion too fast for her to counter, he reversed their positions, and had her front pressed up against the smooth wall.
He trailed his hands down her arms, and his fingers over hers before taking her hands and placing them on the wall above her head, arranging them shoulder width apart.
“Keep your hands there.” He didn’t ask.
“Can you say please?” She asked pertly.
Did a grunt qualify as a no?
His hands took the same leisurely path hers had taken. He kneed her legs apart. She stood on her toes as his fingers slipped down her backside, and waited for his touch. He trailed them down and slipped inside her waiting channel.
“Yes,” she hummed.
He knelt behind her. “Don’t move.” Keanu wedged those broad shoulders that were slicked by water, between her legs, twisting his chest before he set his mouth to her center, and feasted.
67
How she managed to keep her hands on the tiles was a mystery, but she did, just barely.
When he slipped two fingers into her pussy, latched onto her clit with his mouth, and slid a well-lubed finger into her ass, she screamed.
She wasn’t able to control her curses, pleas, and oaths. He wasn’t content to make her come just once. Oh, no. The diabolical man brought her to another orgasm before he was surging to his feet, hiking her leg up over his thigh, and thrusting into her in one forceful stroke, before her body had even come down from her orgasms.
He placed his hands over hers, shafting back and forth so torturously slow she wanted to beg. Her legs quivered and her pussy twitched as a hoarse shout echoed around the stone walls.
The combination of his movements, and obvious
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