Chapter 68
Five minutes later, we were wet and naked in his shower, surrounded by clear glass on three sides and smooth marble on the fourth.
We stood in a timeless embrace, our hot, wet bodies pressed against each other, while the steaming water cascaded over us. I wanted to be closer, to feel him inside me, and wrap my legs around his waist and beg him to pound into me like it was our last night on Earth.
And I wanted to step away, to watch the streams of water dance over his glorious body, to see his muscles and tattoos shift and glisten, to watch the thick soapy lather slide down his skin while my hands and fantasies ran wild.
I wanted it all.
I lifted my head and met his gaze. He lowered his head, and his lips met mine. I felt a strong hand caress the back of my neck as my wet hair slid over his long, strong fingers.
Desperate to be closer, I rubbed up against him, savoring the feel of his muscles and the rock-hard proof of his arousal.
Already my breaths were already coming short and fast. I was drowning in desire, and wet inside and out. Stifling a groan, I reached for the soap and moved backward, breaking the embrace while my eyes feasted on this fantasy guy come to life.
I rubbed the bar of luxury soap between my hands, watching a thick white lather grow between them. Then, I brought my hands, soap and all, to his chest, rubbing in slow, steady circles over those glorious pecs, feeling the muscles tighten and shift in time with my movements.
I lifted my eyes to gaze at him through my eyelashes, taking in his wet hair, his smoldering eyes, and his lips that parted as he stared down at me with an expression of such love and desire that I felt my heart soar and body tremble.
Breathing hard, I ran my palms across his chest, watching the lather gather between my fingers and slide downward, cascading in soapy waves over his washboard abs and lower still.
My hands drifted lower, sliding over those tightly defined stomach muscles as the sudsy water danced between my fingers. Desperate for more, I splayed my fingers, stretching them out as far as they could go, trying to touch every ridge and to catalog every sleek line of his amazing body. I ran my hands over his lean hips and reached around to caress his backside, relishing the hardness of his ass and the shift of his muscles.
He felt like a dream, a work of art come to life, and with every shift of his body and every movement of my hands, I marveled that I was actually here. With him. And that in spite of everything, this dream guy was actually mine.
I worked up some more lather and moved my hands back to his front. I wrapped one slippery hand around his rigid tool, sliding my closed palm up and down the length of him, the whole time marveling at his amazing size, his perfect shape, and the smooth hardness that felt so magnificent in my tight wet grasp.
His arousal pulsed in time with my touch, and when I tightened my grip, he moaned my name. "Chloe."
I lifted my gaze to his face and felt myself smile. His eyes were shut, and his lips barely parted. But then, as if feeling the heat of my gaze, his eyes slowly drifted open, and slowly, he smiled that heart-stopping smile.
"Turn around," he said.
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?"
I smiled. "But I'm not done yet."
"Me neither. And I don't want to be. Not yet." He reached out for my shoulders and gently turned me away from him. I felt a strong arm wrap around my stomach, and Lawton's front pressing against my back. His body was hot and hard, and slippery with soap suds and cascading water.
As for me, I was slippery with something else. Hot desire that coursed through me like a greedy life-force with a mind of its own. I wanted him now, and I wanted him always.
I heard his voice in my ear and felt his lips on my neck. "Baby, I love you so much it hurts."
A sigh escaped my lips, and my head fell back against his chest. "I love you, too. And God, I've missed you. I've missed this. I've missed everything."
He wrapped both arms me and squeezed me tight, gathering me against him and whispering. so low I could barely hear. "You're mine. And I'm never letting you go."
His words, sultry and sweet, turned my insides to butter and my heart to mush. I ground my hips back against him, urging him closer, and wanting him forever.
I reached up, arching my back as I placed my hands around the back of his neck, feeling his hard, corded neck muscles against my palms and his wet, soft hair brush the backs of my fingers.
I closed my eyes and felt his hands slide upward until they reached my breasts. He cupped their undersides, gently squeezing them together and then cupped them upward into the cascading streams of water as his lips pressed into my neck, and his hot erection pressed into my back.
When a moan escaped my lips, his hands moved higher, caressing my curves with sweet persistence until I trembled against him, panting for more.
When his fingers brushed my nipples, I arched into him, wanting more, and more again. Soon he was toying with my nipples, stroking them, rolling them between his hot, wet fingers, and gently tugging at them until they were hard knobs of taut desire.
When I ground my backside into him, I felt one of his hands drift lower, sliding down past my ribs, over my stomach, and drifting down toward my pelvis. When I felt his fingers slide back and forth on either side of my hot center, I moaned and ground my hips forward, my need so desperate that my body was begging.
When he rubbed his thumb along my * and ran a long finger across my hot, wet opening, I couldn’t stand it one second longer.
I twisted around and coiled my body against him, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest and my abs contract with desire. I reached between us and took his rigid length into my eager hands.
I wanted to climb up him, to cover him with kisses and sheath his hardness with my hot, slick opening until he filled me completely.
"Lawton," I said, more a moan than a word. "I need you so bad."
He lowered his head, silencing my words with a long, drawn-out kiss. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and savoring the feel of his wet lips on mine.
As his sighs mixed with my own, his hands drifted downward. He cupped my ass and lifted me up around him like I weighed next to nothing. I wrapped my legs around him, savoring the tightness of his hips and the muscles of his back.
And then, with a low groan, he was sliding into me. I moaned and wrapped my legs tighter, feeling his hot, hard length thrust deeper and deeper. Lost to everything except this, I ground into him, feeling my legs tremble and stomach clench.
He was so strong and so beautiful, it seemed like a dream. But it wasn't a dream. I knew this by the ragged sound of his voice as he said my name over and over again.
And then, I was convulsing. I felt my walls tighten around him, and his hardness pulsing with every thrust. Soon, the pressure was almost unbearable. I felt my insides convulse and my legs shake.
I called his name and hung on for dear life as waves of our united pleasure trampled all my doubts, all my inhibitions, and all my fears in a sea of sound and sensation that threatened to carry us away to who-knows-where.
Together, we sank down into a trembling heap, letting the steaming water wash over us as we stared into each other's eyes, oblivious of everything except each other.
Slowly he reached out, running the back of his index finger across my jaw. "If I wake up, and you're not here, if this is all a dream, I don't want to wake up at all."
I felt myself smile. "Me neither."