“You just gonna stand there?” she asked. “Or are you going to join me?”
Without a word, he walked toward her, and she felt the tingling of arousal between her thighs. She had a huge garden tub which had cost plenty in Manhattan. But then, her father had given her the apartment as a graduation present. She hadn’t paid for it. Had she agreed to work for Marks like her older brothers Mike and Rick, she’d be living in luxury. Instead, like her younger brother, Chris, she paid her way in life off her own salary.
At this moment, as a sexy, rather large man stepped inside the water, she was more grateful for her tub than ever before. He sank down into the water and leaned his back against the wall, long legs stretching out on either side of her body. Zoe rose onto her knees, allowing him a full view of her naked upper body. She could feel the water and bubbles running off her skin. But more than anything, she felt the heat of his hot gaze. Her nipples puckered into tight balls in reaction. Her hands went to his knees and slowly started a slide up his thighs. The high water now covered his body all the way to his pecs, but she could see his cock, hard and ready. And she wanted to touch it.
Suddenly, her wrists were shackled. “You have a real control issue, don’t you?”
That shocked her. “What?” she asked, and then laughed. “Me?” Another laugh only this time it held disbelief. “I don’t have control issues.”
One dark brow inched upward. “No?” he asked. “Prove it.”
“I don’t have control issues.” This time the words came out sharper.
“Stand up,” he said, and it was an order.
“What?” she asked again. “Stand up? No, I—”
“Thought you didn’t have control issues?” he challenged.
She gave him a frustrated look. “I don’t.”
“Then stand up.”
Zoe stood up. “Happy?”
“Getting there,” he said. “Hands on the wall behind me.”
She stared down at him. His eyes dared her to say no. The thing was, she wanted to do what he said. It just felt so…so something. So out of…damn it. Out of control. The guys she normally slept with were easygoing in bed. They did her bidding and she liked it. This was different. Yet, it was really, really sexy.
“Hands against the wall,” he repeated, this time louder.
She bit her bottom lip and did what he said. His palms went to one of her ankles urging it to the other side of his hip. Then he did the same with her other foot. With her legs spread, the vee of her body now lingered directly in front of him. Slowly, with a gentle touch, his fingers played on her calves before his palms flattened on her legs. Inch by inch, his hands moved upward, past her knees. Anticipation made her shiver as his warm breath blew across her nub. By the time he touched her ass, caressing it in a whisper-light way, she was ready to beg. And then in one hot moment, he half smacked her ass as he claimed her sensitive clit between his lips.
She gasped from the shock of the actions. And before she fully recovered he was licking, touching, and tasting in a way that had her knees ready to buckle. With a slide of his fingers, he teased her inner wall. All the while, he caressed her nub with his mouth, holding her up with a firm grip on her butt. Much to Zoe’s disbelief, her orgasm came within only minutes, ripples of ecstasy taking over her body and leaving her limp and mindless.
Declan maneuvered their bodies and stood, lifting Zoe with him. Seconds later she faced the bathroom mirror, his arm around her waist. His cock slid into the slick folds of her sensitive flesh, lingering with a long slide. Then he opened her cheeks and positioned his cock, sinking deep.
Once he hit her core, he leaned forward, mouth against her ear, chest pressed to her back. “Is giving me control so bad?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, unwilling to admit differently.
He palmed her breast and pinched her nipple. “What about this? Does it feel good?”
She moaned at the sweet sensation of his fingers plucking her hardened peak. “No,” Zoe lied.
His breath brushed her lobe just before his teeth. “It sure sounds like it feels good.”
“No,” she murmured, but he flattened his hand on her stomach and pulled her hips against his as he thrust hard into her. Zoe made a loud sound of pleasure, feeling the impact of the contact in every nerve ending of her body.
Declan leaned back and ground into her again. “So what do I do, Zoe?” he half grunted as he again thrust. “Should I stop?”
With the words, he stilled and she felt the loss of movement as if her breath had been stolen. “No. Don’t stop.”