Until We Touch (Fool's Gold #15)

After everyone had left and the kitchen was clean, Percy returned to his room. She let out the chiweenies one last time, then herded them all upstairs where they collapsed together on a huge dog bed in the corner. She gave each of them a quick pat, then followed the sound of running water into the giant master bath.

Jack had water flowing into the tub. The scent of jasmine and vanilla drifted through the steam. He had already kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. She leaned against the door frame to watch him remove the rest of his clothing.

It was a good show. No matter how many times she saw Jack naked, she never got tired of looking. Maybe it was the way his muscles moved. Muscles she knew intimately. Maybe it was because she was in love with him and therefore couldn’t get enough of him. Maybe it was a combination. But whatever the reason, she stood and watched as Jack undressed, then walked into his embrace.

He pulled her close, then touched her face. His hands cupped her cheeks as he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips claimed with heady passion. She parted for him and welcomed the erotic feel of his tongue against hers.

With the first stroke, she felt electric tingles moving through her torso. With the second, those tingles settled in her br**sts and between her legs. He hadn’t even touched her anywhere and she was already squirming to get closer, to be taken and to take. But first there would be the journey.

He dropped his hands to her waist and began to tug on her T-shirt. She reluctantly drew back so he could pull off the shirt. Her bra followed and then his hands were on her br**sts.

He cupped her curves before bending over and sucking on her left nipple. She arched against him, wanting him to take her in deeper. She touched his hair, his bare shoulders. As his teeth lightly rubbed against her sensitive nipple, his hands reached for her jeans.

She fumbled in her attempts to help him undress her. Jeans and panties were pushed to the ground, then his mouth was on her other breast and she was having a little trouble keeping her breathing steady.

He broke away and turned off the faucets, then dimmed the lights. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s see how big a mess we can make.”

She laughed and reached for a clip. After securing her hair on top of her head, she stepped into the hot water. He got in, as well, then sat down in the tub and held out his arms. She got in, her back to his front. His erection poked her in the small of her back. She tried to turn, but he wouldn’t let her.

“We’re going to play first,” he told her. “You’ll like it.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re right,” she said, relaxing against him. The water was exactly the right temperature and the sensual fragrance surrounded them.

Jack wrapped both arms around her. He rested one hand across her br**sts and the other on her belly. At the same time he began to lick and kiss the back of her neck.

Shivers rippled through her. Her ni**les tightened and he squeezed first one, then the other. She waited for the other hand to move lower. Instead, he raised his arm and flipped a switch. Seconds later the motor started and the tub jets began to spray hot water.

She laughed. “Seriously? You’re turning on the Jacuzzi?”

“Trust me,” he said and slipped his hand between her thighs.

He found her core right away. She was already swollen. When he rubbed her, she let her legs fall open and relaxed into the pleasure.

He’d already learned how she liked it. The speed, the pressure. He used that knowledge now to take her from interested to aroused in only a couple of minutes—aided by his magical stroking of her br**sts. But just when she thought he was going to turn her toward him and make things really fun, he instead shifted her closer to one of the jets.

She started to sit up. “Wait,” she said. “You can’t expect me to do that.”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

She looked at him, at the face of the man she loved, then nodded tentatively. “I don’t think it’s going to work.”

“It’s going to work great.”

He helped her slide forward, moving with her so she could lean against him and stay above water. She planted her feet on the edge of the tub and bent her legs so the jet blew directly on her swollen center. At the same time Jack put both his hands on her br**sts and rubbed them.

The bubbling water felt good, she thought, shifting to find the right position, but not as good as him. She liked the feel of his hands on her br**sts, she thought, pulsing her hips slightly. When he rubbed and squeezed, she began to breathe more quickly. She could feel herself getting close, but realized it wasn’t going to happen.

“It’s too weird,” she told him as she turned toward him.

“No problem.”

He lifted her onto the flat side of the tub. He knelt between her thighs and pressed his mouth directly against her aroused center.

Apparently the jets had done more than she’d thought because the second time he ran his tongue over her clitoris, she began to come.