The teasing light in his eyes had disappeared completely, to be replaced by a sensual intensity that seared her.
“What do I do now?”
“Why don’t you put that luscious mouth of yours to use?”
He remained still, his hands braced on the rim on either side of the tub, giving her complete control of his seduction. Excitement shot through her, flooding her veins with shuddering heat.
Her hands were shaking a little when she threaded her fingers through the curling hair at his groin. Then, craving the warmth and taste and feel of him, she bent forward and suckled him.
His body went rigid at the first touch of her mouth, and remained that way for the delicate searching of her tongue. When she glanced up again to gauge his response, his mouth curled in a tight smile that seemed half pleasure, half pain. “That isn’t bad for a novice.”
Feeling challenged, Madeline returned her full attention to arousing him, letting her tongue and lips roam at will, her caresses inviting, teasing, promising.
Rayne gave a growl of approval and gripped the side of the tub more tightly. An answering sound rasped from Madeline’s throat. She was fascinated by his response, warmed by the pleasure she felt at pleasing him.
“God,” he muttered as she suckled him more strongly. “And you said you didn’t know how to arouse me.”
“You are an excellent tutor.”
He was no longer so nonchalant, she thought triumphantly as his hips thrust forward. She slipped her hands behind him, glorying in the way his masculine buttocks hardened in her hands.
“Does this hurt?” she murmured, her question slightly taunting as her lips enveloped him more fully.
“Yes, I am in excruciating pain. I’m ready to burst….”
As if to prove his words, his hips arched again.
With greater assurance, Madeline drew his rigid flesh even deeper into her mouth, continuing her carnal ministrations, until his hand suddenly reached up to clutch in her hair, stilling her. “That is enough torment.”
She glanced up, wondering if he really meant for her to stop.
There was nothing casual now about the glitter in his sapphire eyes, Madeline saw. His hot gaze scorched her, and she stared at him in turn, thrilling at the sight. She saw need in his eyes, sexual need for her.
She felt beautiful in that moment. Beautiful and omnipotent. Madeline savored her first feelings of power as a woman as she let herself get lost in his incredible eyes. Heat poured through her, making her weak and shaky.
She must have had the same effect on Rayne, for he suddenly lowered himself into the tub. Water sloshed over the rim as he hauled her into his arms. They were both trembling now, with poignant desire and sharp need pulsing between them.
Taking control, Rayne parted her thighs and tugged her onto his lap, so that she straddled him, her cleft nestled against the swollen ridge of his manhood. The contact was a delicious shock.
“I’ve wondered how it would feel to have you ride me.”
The image of his erotic words made her feel even more faint. She caught her breath as Rayne guided her down slowly so that she was sitting astride him. It was like riding a powerful stallion, except that she was impaled on his rigid shaft. Her body was molten, raw with wanting him.
When he was finally sheathed in her body, Madeline whimpered at the exquisite sensations. The fullness was blissful—yet Rayne seemed determined to increase her ecstasy. His lips came down hard on hers as he began to move inside her, his mouth feverishly eating hers.
His kiss was a lover’s demand, a little fierce, a lot possessive, but she met each questing stroke of his tongue with her own urgency, her mouth locked with his, seeking, searching, aching.
The tempo quickened rapidly. Her thighs locked around his hips as he plunged inside her over and over again, the friction of their wet, slippery bodies compounding her desire with searing intensity. In only moments Madeline was gasping for breath, but still the sensual explosion inside her took her by surprise. Rayne captured her scream of pleasure as she bucked and shook in his arms. Her sheath contracted powerfully about him while liquid fire poured through her.
Rayne found his own powerful climax an instant later while her body still vibrated around him, the echo of her raw throaty cries mingling with his groans.
When they both finally stilled, Madeline collapsed upon his chest, her heart hammering, her breath coming in pants. She felt liquid and sensuous and too weak to move. The heat of their passion had melted every bone in her body.
Rayne seemed just as spent. His rasping breath harsh and uneven, he lay there with his head back against the tub, his arms held loosely around her as she floated in the water.
It seemed a long while later when he gave a hoarse chuckle. “This was not exactly the welcome I expected. Unquestionably, I have never enjoyed a bath more.”
The warm glow in her body expanded at his soft laughter. Madeline still couldn’t bring herself to move, however. In truth, she wasn’t sure her limbs would ever function again. Joined to Rayne, she’d experienced that startling sense of fullness again, not just of her body but of her heart.