pain.
All because of his words, his gentle touch.
She stared into the glass and when his head lifted, his eyes met hers, a knowing smile crossing his too-gorgeous face.
“You like to watch?”
Stephanie nodded, unable to speak, her voice long gone. All she could do was feel.
And continue to watch their reflection.
* * *
Justin had no idea their images were reflected in the window. When he glanced up and caught Stephanie studying them so raptly the fresh surge of lust that coursed through him was unmistakable, intense.
His hands slid over her bare stomach and her soft skin trembled beneath his touch. The tips of his fingers caressed and teased, making her sigh, making her eyes widen as she watched.
As they both watched.
Nudging her from behind he let her feel just how much he wanted her. How much it seemed he always wanted her. Uncontrollable was this lust, this need he had for her. Yeah, he liked having sex but usually he wasn’t so raring to go so quickly.
With Stephanie, it felt as if he always wanted her. As if he walked around with a permanent hard-on. He hadn’t experienced something like this in forever, not since he was a teen.
And he certainly had never felt that way about one specific woman.
His hands landed on her hips and tugged her closer, his erection settling between her lush ass cheeks. He released her with one hand, undid the fly of his jeans and shucked them quickly, kicking them off. Then he reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, desperate to be close to her, experience skin on skin.
She was so soft, so smooth and he couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roaming freely, taking their time. Her head moved back and forth slowly, her hair brushing against his jaw, his mouth and he bent to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
He reared back up and stared at her in the reflection. Tender gestures, he rarely gave them. Hell, he’d never been a tender, romantic gesture type of guy ever. He could smooth talk with the best of them, had charmed his way into more pairs of panties than he cared to count but he wasn’t one for sweetness.
That wasn’t a part of the deal. This was all about intense, all consuming fucking. And the two of them had that going on in spades.
So why was he behaving this way?
Stephanie grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts, showing him exactly what she wanted. He obliged, cupping her abundant flesh, kneading, his thumbs playing with her nipples that poked against the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned, the sound rippling through him and his cock jerked in anticipation. When he heard her throaty laugh he knew she’d felt that jerk, too.
“Shouldn’t the tub be full by now?” she asked, her voice sounding of pure temptation and sin.
He smiled and went to undo the clasp of her bra. “It can wait.”
The bra sprang free and he slid it off and down her arms, watched as it fluttered to the floor. Her large breasts hung free, pink nipples long and hard and just begging for his touch. His mouth.
“Won’t it overflow?” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her entire body a shuddering mass of flesh and he knew she was so turned on she could barely think straight.
Good. For once, he felt like he had the upper hand, a first between them. “Trust me, babe, it’s not going to overflow.”
She met his gaze in the window and watched with wide-eyed wonder as he played with her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugged them until they were even longer, even more mouth-wateringly delicious than they’d been just seconds before. She shifted, her ass bumping against his front and the need to thrust up within her and fuck her where she stood was overwhelming.
But he held back. Didn’t want to go all fierce on her again as he had earlier in the parking garage. He’d been so crazed for her he’d almost scared himself. Never had he lost such control for a woman, for anything. He’d been like a man possessed, fucking her against his car and
All because of his words, his gentle touch.
She stared into the glass and when his head lifted, his eyes met hers, a knowing smile crossing his too-gorgeous face.
“You like to watch?”
Stephanie nodded, unable to speak, her voice long gone. All she could do was feel.
And continue to watch their reflection.
* * *
Justin had no idea their images were reflected in the window. When he glanced up and caught Stephanie studying them so raptly the fresh surge of lust that coursed through him was unmistakable, intense.
His hands slid over her bare stomach and her soft skin trembled beneath his touch. The tips of his fingers caressed and teased, making her sigh, making her eyes widen as she watched.
As they both watched.
Nudging her from behind he let her feel just how much he wanted her. How much it seemed he always wanted her. Uncontrollable was this lust, this need he had for her. Yeah, he liked having sex but usually he wasn’t so raring to go so quickly.
With Stephanie, it felt as if he always wanted her. As if he walked around with a permanent hard-on. He hadn’t experienced something like this in forever, not since he was a teen.
And he certainly had never felt that way about one specific woman.
His hands landed on her hips and tugged her closer, his erection settling between her lush ass cheeks. He released her with one hand, undid the fly of his jeans and shucked them quickly, kicking them off. Then he reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, desperate to be close to her, experience skin on skin.
She was so soft, so smooth and he couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roaming freely, taking their time. Her head moved back and forth slowly, her hair brushing against his jaw, his mouth and he bent to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
He reared back up and stared at her in the reflection. Tender gestures, he rarely gave them. Hell, he’d never been a tender, romantic gesture type of guy ever. He could smooth talk with the best of them, had charmed his way into more pairs of panties than he cared to count but he wasn’t one for sweetness.
That wasn’t a part of the deal. This was all about intense, all consuming fucking. And the two of them had that going on in spades.
So why was he behaving this way?
Stephanie grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts, showing him exactly what she wanted. He obliged, cupping her abundant flesh, kneading, his thumbs playing with her nipples that poked against the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned, the sound rippling through him and his cock jerked in anticipation. When he heard her throaty laugh he knew she’d felt that jerk, too.
“Shouldn’t the tub be full by now?” she asked, her voice sounding of pure temptation and sin.
He smiled and went to undo the clasp of her bra. “It can wait.”
The bra sprang free and he slid it off and down her arms, watched as it fluttered to the floor. Her large breasts hung free, pink nipples long and hard and just begging for his touch. His mouth.
“Won’t it overflow?” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her entire body a shuddering mass of flesh and he knew she was so turned on she could barely think straight.
Good. For once, he felt like he had the upper hand, a first between them. “Trust me, babe, it’s not going to overflow.”
She met his gaze in the window and watched with wide-eyed wonder as he played with her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugged them until they were even longer, even more mouth-wateringly delicious than they’d been just seconds before. She shifted, her ass bumping against his front and the need to thrust up within her and fuck her where she stood was overwhelming.
But he held back. Didn’t want to go all fierce on her again as he had earlier in the parking garage. He’d been so crazed for her he’d almost scared himself. Never had he lost such control for a woman, for anything. He’d been like a man possessed, fucking her against his car and