“And what are you going to do about it?” she whispered through the waves of need crashing over her as, with clever fingers, he teased the tips to hard nubs.
“See what I meant earlier? There’s nothing biddable about you, baby. You have a fierce, unquenchable fire inside, and I aim to let it burn me up over and over.”
One hand fisted her wet hair and tilted her face around to his. His tongue invaded her mouth, wrapping hers in its heat and boldly staking its claim. He tasted of surging sea and potent wine, a heady combination that sent her senses spinning. His fingers continued to wreak havoc with her nipples. Her hands slipped from the wall as pleasure suffused her, but with the instincts of a jungle cat, he sensed her weakening and paused in his invasion. “Keep your hands where they are. If they slip, you will be punished.”
She didn’t know if it was the intensely arousing cadence of his voice or the sensual promise of his words that triggered the downward spiral, but she was moments away from losing control.
“Nick,” she tried to moan around the tongue circling her own.
“Are you burning yet, Aphrodite?” he asked, his teeth grazing her lower lip.
“No,” she denied, her own tongue darting out to sample the sensual softness of his upper lip.
He groaned. “I must work harder, then.” His hand left her breast and started with sure intent down her stomach, pausing to knead her flesh until she writhed in protest. He swallowed her gasps but continued his unerring journey downwards. When his fingers grazed her mons, he stopped. Slowly, he teased the wet curls apart, then dipped into her warmth.
One expert finger slid into her folds, and she cried out, twisting in sweet agony at his touch. He caressed her clit, finding the throbbing center of her with unmistakable precision and bringing millions of nerve-endings to pulsing life. He teased; he plucked; he set out on a sizzling journey at a punishing pace.
Her cries grew hoarser and louder as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge. A second finger joined the intimate play and, sliding past the first, pressed just inside her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groaned.
He paused.
“Are you burning yet?” he asked again as his finger passed, just once, over her need.
“Yes, yes, I’m on fire. Dammit, don’t stop, Nick. Please don’t stop,” she sobbed.
His thigh nudging her legs apart to give him better access, she whimpered as his finger plunged in and out of her, her eager flesh enclosing him, sucking him in. One digit became two again, and her whimpers became cries. With merciless skill he pushed, racing her toward oblivion.
His other hand left her hair and cupped her breast in a blatantly possessive hold, tormenting her nipple. With precise mastery, he increased the pressure, plunging faster into her as his tongue flicked against her ear. With almost cruel promise, he nudged his erection against her ass, letting her feel his power for a moment before moving away. She felt the strength leave her legs as sensation built inside her. Arrows of ecstasy shot through her and she bucked against his hand.
“Oh, God, Nick,” she cried,
her head rolling helplessly against his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.
“Yes, glikia mou. I can feel your fire. Let it wash over me, consume me,” he rasped in her ear.
“Yes, just like that.” She cried out one last time and jerked as convulsions seized her. The strength of it lifted her onto her toes. His mouth recaptured hers; his fingers continued to pump in and out of her as rapture flooded her. She flew through the heavens, touched the stars and bathed in their brilliance.
Soft shudders and throaty whispers eased her back down. Still basking in her euphoric nirvana, she didn’t realize what he was doing until he removed his hand from her breast and firmly pushed her against the wall. At the touch of the cool tiles against her aching nipples, his strong body against her back and the force of the water pounding over them, fresh convulsions ripped through her. She soared again, spasms seizing her as raw delirium reclaimed her.
“You have no idea how fucking fantastic it is to watch you come, baby,” he rasped in her ear, continuing to touch her. “I could spend days just watching you fall apart for me.”
He held her close as she caught fire and blazed through another orgasm. He nibbled her lips with soft kisses and murmured soothing words to her until her muffled cries turned to gentle moans. Then he took the weight of her body against his and pulled his fingers from her, cupping her mound possessively for a moment before letting go. He brushed a soft kiss on her cheek before he turned off the shower and eased back from her.
“You can take your hands down now,” he murmured softly.
Surprised to see they’d remained in place in spite of the strength of her orgasms, she let them fall from the stone, spent, to her side.
“Now turn round and show me what my heart desires,” he instructed thickly. The arousal in his voice threatened what little strength she’d regained, but helpless to deny him, she turned, a banked fire still heating the blood surging through her.
If ever a look in a man’s eyes could turn a woman to a senseless puddle, it was the look in his eyes. It ate her alive even as his erection leapt with eager anticipation toward her. A tremor passed through him as his gaze zeroed in on the juncture of her thighs. With daring invitation, she tilted her hips forward, offered herself to him. He swallowed, his jaw working as he tore his eyes from the blonde curls to graze over her stomach to her breasts. Her nipples stood to renewed attention, desperate for his touch.
When he lifted his hands, she moaned, anticipation of his total possession rushing through her.
But he kept her waiting, withholding himself just a little bit longer. Instead, his hands raked into his hair, slicking it back from his face in one slow slide. His chest rose, and his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. Just as slowly he lowered his arms, his eyes never leaving her face.
She smiled—a wanton, feminine smile. Two could play this game. If he wanted to make her wait, she’d make him burn.