Tough Love
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And instead of being dissuaded, she’d been...intrigued. Still was. Risqué sexual situations were not her forte. But with Stack, she wouldn’t mind taking a few chances.
Grinning like a sinner, he shrugged. “True enough.” Pulling her in close, he worked those soapy hands down her back, down, down, down... “I also told you that when the woman is hot for it, a few minutes is all it takes me to make her happy.”
She gasped at the feel of his hands on the backs of her thighs. “Braggart.”
“What about you, Vanity?” His slick fingers trailed higher. “You hot enough, darlin’?”
“Yes!” She pushed him back, snatched up her face wash, and quickly removed her ruined makeup.
As he soaped up his perfect body, Stack watched her. “Switch places.”
“Okay.” Taking the scented, moisture-rich soap from him, she moved out of the shower’s spray and let him rinse. It fascinated her, seeing the soap suds trickle down the deep groove of his back, over his muscular behind and those long, strong thighs. When he finished, he turned to her again and ran both hands through his wet hair to push it back.
Blindly, refusing to take her gaze off him, Vanity did her own quick cleanup. It wasn’t until she sent the lather over the burn on her arm that she remembered it and winced.
“Easy.” Taking over, Stack gently slid soapy fingertips over the mark and, blocking the shower spray with his broad back, cupped his hand and poured water over her small injury. As he examined it, he asked, “Does it hurt?”
“Not really.” Their heads almost touched as they both looked at the burn. “I don’t even know how I did it.”
He lifted her wrist to his mouth and kissed it, around the burn, up to her elbow.
How could the inside of a freaking elbow be so sensitive?
Taking her by surprise, he turned his head and brushed his jaw over her breast. “Do I need to shave?”
Shaking her head, Vanity tunneled her fingers into his wet hair and kept him close. “No.”
His warm breath moved over her wet nipple. “You sure?”
“Yes...ahhh.” The word turned into a moan as he drew her in, sucking gently.
Carefully backing her up until she bumped into the wall, he caged her in. Steam rose around them. He left one nipple to lick his way over to the other.
“Stack...” She was right back to having shaky knees. “Please.”
He braced one hand on the wall beside her head, and cupped the other between her legs, his fingers lightly exploring, parting her...two fingers sinking in.
She stiffened with acute sensation.
“Yeah,” he murmured, all cocky and confident. “You’re hot enough.” He took her mouth again, kissing her deeply while his fingers slowly worked her.
When she moaned, he eased up to say, “You’re wet.”
“We’re in a shower.”
He nipped her bottom lip for deliberately misunderstanding. “You’re hot, too. And swollen.”
Just as softly, she said, “I know.”
Amazingly, tension began to build, and she wanted it so badly, she tried to hold him closer.
He stared into her eyes, searched her face, and kissed her again. “You’re close already, aren’t ya, darlin’?”
Why that embarrassed her, she wasn’t sure. “I...you...” She inhaled sharply. “Stack, please.”
“We’re good together.”
Her legs stiffened. “Yes.”
“So come for me, Vanity. Right here, right now.”
And damned if she didn’t.
She clutched at his shoulders, awestruck by the powerful climax stealing through her, twisting tighter and tighter until she couldn’t contain it, until she cried out roughly.
“There you go,” Stack murmured. “Damn.”
Head back, legs locked, Vanity gave herself over to the intense pleasure. Stack stayed with her, kissing her throat and her jaw while his fingers maintained that perfect rhythm until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.
Somehow knowing the right moment to ease up, he withdrew, but cupped his hand over her.
The pleasure faded, leaving behind a warm throbbing contained by the pressure of his palm.
“Damn,” he whispered again. “I almost came with you.”
Lethargic, awestruck, Vanity nonetheless reached for his erection—only to have him draw her up short. “C’mon. Let’s get dried off.”
Her protesting groan made him smile, but he wasted no time shutting off the water and snagging a towel. When he started to dry her, she resisted. A deep breath, then another, helped her recover. Leveling a look on him, she said, “Let’s speed up the process, shall we?” She stepped out of the tub on trembling limbs and hurriedly whisked the towel over her body.
Grinning like a sinner, he shrugged. “True enough.” Pulling her in close, he worked those soapy hands down her back, down, down, down... “I also told you that when the woman is hot for it, a few minutes is all it takes me to make her happy.”
She gasped at the feel of his hands on the backs of her thighs. “Braggart.”
“What about you, Vanity?” His slick fingers trailed higher. “You hot enough, darlin’?”
“Yes!” She pushed him back, snatched up her face wash, and quickly removed her ruined makeup.
As he soaped up his perfect body, Stack watched her. “Switch places.”
“Okay.” Taking the scented, moisture-rich soap from him, she moved out of the shower’s spray and let him rinse. It fascinated her, seeing the soap suds trickle down the deep groove of his back, over his muscular behind and those long, strong thighs. When he finished, he turned to her again and ran both hands through his wet hair to push it back.
Blindly, refusing to take her gaze off him, Vanity did her own quick cleanup. It wasn’t until she sent the lather over the burn on her arm that she remembered it and winced.
“Easy.” Taking over, Stack gently slid soapy fingertips over the mark and, blocking the shower spray with his broad back, cupped his hand and poured water over her small injury. As he examined it, he asked, “Does it hurt?”
“Not really.” Their heads almost touched as they both looked at the burn. “I don’t even know how I did it.”
He lifted her wrist to his mouth and kissed it, around the burn, up to her elbow.
How could the inside of a freaking elbow be so sensitive?
Taking her by surprise, he turned his head and brushed his jaw over her breast. “Do I need to shave?”
Shaking her head, Vanity tunneled her fingers into his wet hair and kept him close. “No.”
His warm breath moved over her wet nipple. “You sure?”
“Yes...ahhh.” The word turned into a moan as he drew her in, sucking gently.
Carefully backing her up until she bumped into the wall, he caged her in. Steam rose around them. He left one nipple to lick his way over to the other.
“Stack...” She was right back to having shaky knees. “Please.”
He braced one hand on the wall beside her head, and cupped the other between her legs, his fingers lightly exploring, parting her...two fingers sinking in.
She stiffened with acute sensation.
“Yeah,” he murmured, all cocky and confident. “You’re hot enough.” He took her mouth again, kissing her deeply while his fingers slowly worked her.
When she moaned, he eased up to say, “You’re wet.”
“We’re in a shower.”
He nipped her bottom lip for deliberately misunderstanding. “You’re hot, too. And swollen.”
Just as softly, she said, “I know.”
Amazingly, tension began to build, and she wanted it so badly, she tried to hold him closer.
He stared into her eyes, searched her face, and kissed her again. “You’re close already, aren’t ya, darlin’?”
Why that embarrassed her, she wasn’t sure. “I...you...” She inhaled sharply. “Stack, please.”
“We’re good together.”
Her legs stiffened. “Yes.”
“So come for me, Vanity. Right here, right now.”
And damned if she didn’t.
She clutched at his shoulders, awestruck by the powerful climax stealing through her, twisting tighter and tighter until she couldn’t contain it, until she cried out roughly.
“There you go,” Stack murmured. “Damn.”
Head back, legs locked, Vanity gave herself over to the intense pleasure. Stack stayed with her, kissing her throat and her jaw while his fingers maintained that perfect rhythm until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.
Somehow knowing the right moment to ease up, he withdrew, but cupped his hand over her.
The pleasure faded, leaving behind a warm throbbing contained by the pressure of his palm.
“Damn,” he whispered again. “I almost came with you.”
Lethargic, awestruck, Vanity nonetheless reached for his erection—only to have him draw her up short. “C’mon. Let’s get dried off.”
Her protesting groan made him smile, but he wasted no time shutting off the water and snagging a towel. When he started to dry her, she resisted. A deep breath, then another, helped her recover. Leveling a look on him, she said, “Let’s speed up the process, shall we?” She stepped out of the tub on trembling limbs and hurriedly whisked the towel over her body.
