Finally a quiet ‘Yes.’
He grinned to himself. ‘I’m coming back in five minutes and I’m coming in. You can decide if you want to stay under the shower or get dressed—and if you choose the latter, how you dress is kind of key.’
A brief hesitation, then, ‘All right.’
Olivia’s pulse rate tripled and she gasped in large lungfuls of steam as the warm spray pelted her body. Her fingers curled on the gold-plated taps and the spray continued. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She couldn’t see him when he returned a few moments later but she saw the movement against the fogged glass.
‘I’m back,’ he informed her.
‘So I see.’ Or almost. From the looks of it, he was still wearing his jeans and black T-shirt but less than a dozen rapid heartbeats later all she could see was the nude colour of a tall male body.
She gripped the soap ledge for support. And waited.
‘I need you to move so your head’s not under the spray and close your eyes.’
She did as he requested and felt the draught ripple over wet skin as he opened the shower screen door. He didn’t touch her but held something cold and smooth against her upper lip.
‘You’ve brought glass into my shower?’
‘Yes. What can you smell?’
‘Alcohol. Are you planning to get me drunk?’
‘A little tipsy, maybe. Alcohol,’ he repeated. ‘Details, please.’
A shiver of anticipation ran through her body. ‘Spirits. Rum? And mint. So something cool, and possibly lethal.’
‘Try it.’ He tipped the glass against the seam of her mouth and she tasted a few drops on her tongue. ‘What else?’
‘Lime? Or lemon.’
‘Good.’
She sipped again. ‘It’s nice. Sensual. Can I open my eyes now?’
‘Not yet. Another sip. It’s my Blue Mint Lagoon cocktail.’
‘Ah, your specialty cocktail.’ She did as he asked, taking tiny sips and letting the smooth ice-cold liquid slide down her throat. ‘What else is in it?’
‘I’ll let you think about it. Meanwhile...’ He removed the glass from her lips and she heard him set it on the vanity with a little chink on the marble. ‘Eyes still shut, now.’
He nudged her mouth open with his thumb and slipped a cocktail-soaked strawberry between her lips. She chewed it slowly, enjoying the contrast in texture. ‘Mmm, yum. Different.’
‘Like you.’
She felt him move behind her into the shower stall. Its generous size accommodated two people and meant their bodies didn’t touch, but she felt every single drop of water on her oversensitised skin. ‘Place your palms flat on the tiles in front of you,’ he told her. ‘And be ready for a surprise.’
Tension built to a fever pitch, her whole body felt tight and strung out. Anticipation quivered through her. Then he stroked something cold and slippery over the back of her neck and she squealed with the sudden shock and the unexpected pleasure of hot and cold. ‘Ice? What...?’
She trailed off because she was concentrating on the way the ice—in both his hands—felt, mingling with the hot spray as he stroked lower, all the way down her spine, slowing to massage a tight circle at the small of her back, then down the backs of her legs, lingering at sensitive areas behind her knees. And back up all the way to her nape.
She heard him crunch ice between his teeth then he was sucking on her shoulder, her ear lobe, her neck, with icy lips and tongue.
She thought she might melt like the ice and disappear down the drain in a mindless puddle but then he leaned close so that his body pressed against her back, a thigh between her legs to keep her in place.
His murmured ‘Spread your legs for me’ had her breath catching. The warm hardness of his body surrounded her while he continued to rub the slippery coldness over her nipples, making them impossibly tight and erect. Making her shiver and moan.
‘Oh, my...’ She squirmed back against him in delight then gasped, held her breath in awe as he pushed slowly inside her from behind. Filling her up with heat while he continued skating swirling patterns of ice over her skin. Hot and cold, slippery sensations. The squat fat candle she kept by the bath infusing the steam with an arousing and mellow scent of vanilla.
This was all about contrasts and new experiences and he’d planned it specifically for her pleasure. A quivering started low and deep in her belly and spiralled outward. The air moist and soft all around her, the torrent of water hot and stinging on her shoulders. His ice-chilled lips nuzzling her neck.
Her flesh yielding against his.
She’d always told herself she’d never give up control but it was indeed a delicious surrender.