hands splayed across her back as he allowed her entrance to his mouth. His fingers laced in her hair. Breaking the kiss, he reached for his glass of champagne, and with a wicked grin tipped it, spilling it across her chest. “Whoops.”
Squealing as the cold bubbly spread, running down her belly and into her belly button, she yanked the wet robe away from her skin. “What the hell?” She stood, stripped off the robe.
“Mission accomplished,” he said.
“If you’d wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”
Reaching out, he snagged her around the waist. “What would be the fun in that?” He drew a champagne-soaked nipple into his mouth and suckled it. “Excellent vintage.” Drifting lower, he slurped the pool of champagne out of her belly button, making her giggle.
Lifting her up, he placed her across his lap, legs straddling him, and slipped inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
He always managed to turn the tables on her. Just when she thought she was in control, he flipped the switch. As he drove into her in smooth, solid thrusts, she gladly gave way to him, knowing she would be far from disappointed.
Nathan rested his chin on Laura’s shoulder as they floated backdown to earth, covered in sticky champagne, her hot body pressed to his. What more could a man ask for?
Bedding Laura was the highlight of the trip. No priceless antiquities, no spectacular hilltop views could compare with the feel of her wrapped around him.
He didn’t want the evening to end. He, who never stayed with a woman for the night, preferring to avoid the whole awkward morning-after thing. “How about a bath?”
She lifted her head, her brow furrowed. “What?”
“A bath. You know, bubbles, candlelight. I thought you women craved baths.”
“Not me. I’m a shower kind of gal. Faster.”
“Not tonight.” He lifted her off him, and rose from the chair, heading toward the stateroom’s luxurious bathroom, complete with picture window overlooking the dark Mediterranean. “Shame to waste this pool-sized bathtub. Just wait there, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Turning on the tap, he rummaged around and found the complimentary Bulgari bath products. Pouring some beneath the stream of hot water, he tested the temperature. Perfect.
Whistling the same tune he’d started off the evening with, he laid out fresh towels. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he considered the man looking back at him. Bare-chested, hair mussed, lips swollen. Yep. That was the face of a sexually-satisfied man. His mouth spread into a wide grin.
He walked back out to the living room to find Laura standing in all her naked glory, pulling her hair up in that messy twist only women knew how to do.
“Bath’s ready.”
“I don’t know why we don’t just take a sh—”
He planted a kiss on her and, scooping her up, carried her into the bathroom. Stepping into the steamy water, he lowered them into the cloud of bubbles. After situating her in front of him, he pulled her back against his chest and began soaping up her breasts, his hands slipping and sliding along her slick skin, over every delicious curve.
Sighing, she relaxed against him, gave herself over to his ministrations. “Okay. I’m beginning to see the merits of a hot bath.”
“I thought you might.” He rinsed her off, kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, as they gazed out into the night. The light of a moon almost full, kissed the black waters of the Mediterranean.
“Beautiful,” she breathed.
“Yes. But not as beautiful as you.” His hand slipped between her legs.
“You know, I’ve never had sex in a bathtub.”
“Then, sugar, we’d better rectify that travesty right quick.”
Chapter 9
The next morning, Nathan followed Laura into the ship’s casual dining room for breakfast before disembarkation into Monte Carlo for the day. He’d quickly broken his one and only rule about sleeping over.
He woke that morning, Laura in his arms, legs
Squealing as the cold bubbly spread, running down her belly and into her belly button, she yanked the wet robe away from her skin. “What the hell?” She stood, stripped off the robe.
“Mission accomplished,” he said.
“If you’d wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”
Reaching out, he snagged her around the waist. “What would be the fun in that?” He drew a champagne-soaked nipple into his mouth and suckled it. “Excellent vintage.” Drifting lower, he slurped the pool of champagne out of her belly button, making her giggle.
Lifting her up, he placed her across his lap, legs straddling him, and slipped inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
He always managed to turn the tables on her. Just when she thought she was in control, he flipped the switch. As he drove into her in smooth, solid thrusts, she gladly gave way to him, knowing she would be far from disappointed.
Nathan rested his chin on Laura’s shoulder as they floated backdown to earth, covered in sticky champagne, her hot body pressed to his. What more could a man ask for?
Bedding Laura was the highlight of the trip. No priceless antiquities, no spectacular hilltop views could compare with the feel of her wrapped around him.
He didn’t want the evening to end. He, who never stayed with a woman for the night, preferring to avoid the whole awkward morning-after thing. “How about a bath?”
She lifted her head, her brow furrowed. “What?”
“A bath. You know, bubbles, candlelight. I thought you women craved baths.”
“Not me. I’m a shower kind of gal. Faster.”
“Not tonight.” He lifted her off him, and rose from the chair, heading toward the stateroom’s luxurious bathroom, complete with picture window overlooking the dark Mediterranean. “Shame to waste this pool-sized bathtub. Just wait there, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Turning on the tap, he rummaged around and found the complimentary Bulgari bath products. Pouring some beneath the stream of hot water, he tested the temperature. Perfect.
Whistling the same tune he’d started off the evening with, he laid out fresh towels. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he considered the man looking back at him. Bare-chested, hair mussed, lips swollen. Yep. That was the face of a sexually-satisfied man. His mouth spread into a wide grin.
He walked back out to the living room to find Laura standing in all her naked glory, pulling her hair up in that messy twist only women knew how to do.
“Bath’s ready.”
“I don’t know why we don’t just take a sh—”
He planted a kiss on her and, scooping her up, carried her into the bathroom. Stepping into the steamy water, he lowered them into the cloud of bubbles. After situating her in front of him, he pulled her back against his chest and began soaping up her breasts, his hands slipping and sliding along her slick skin, over every delicious curve.
Sighing, she relaxed against him, gave herself over to his ministrations. “Okay. I’m beginning to see the merits of a hot bath.”
“I thought you might.” He rinsed her off, kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, as they gazed out into the night. The light of a moon almost full, kissed the black waters of the Mediterranean.
“Beautiful,” she breathed.
“Yes. But not as beautiful as you.” His hand slipped between her legs.
“You know, I’ve never had sex in a bathtub.”
“Then, sugar, we’d better rectify that travesty right quick.”
Chapter 9
The next morning, Nathan followed Laura into the ship’s casual dining room for breakfast before disembarkation into Monte Carlo for the day. He’d quickly broken his one and only rule about sleeping over.
He woke that morning, Laura in his arms, legs
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