Page 54 of Long for Me
Behind me, Bennett massaged my shoulders. My head fell forward and I scooped up the bubbles in my hands, blowing them into the air, while we talked. We’d been in the bathtub for so long the water was no longer hot and relaxing, but I wasn’t in any hurry to leave. I was relishing the moments where he opened up about himself and his family, giving me something else to think about other than the orgasms and the contract I’d crazily agreed to. Bennett took over Ashby Enterprises a few years ago, after his dad retired, and I was having a hard time imagining the things Bennett was saying. I simply couldn’t imagine a man who had built such a huge corporation, living the high life in a retirement community, exclusive or not.
I blew more bubbles into the air with apoofand rested my head against his shoulder. “They really play shuffleboard?”
His hands swept down my arms. “Club champion two years running.”
His lips, turned up in a smile, brushed against my cheek. I shivered as his hands continued running up and down my arms, down to my fingers and back up. “That seems like such an old person thing to do.”
His husky laugh reverberated against my flesh. God, everything about him did delicious things to my insides. His laugh, his touch, his gentle kisses. A week ago, I wouldn’t have thought Bennett was capable of such kindness. “After being focused on nothing except his business and family for the last forty years, I think he’s earned some relaxation.”
“But shuffleboard?”
“They also play tennis, golf, have taken up salsa dancing, and don’t forget they spend weekends on their yacht.”
His parents owned a yacht.
His hands were at my fingers. I took his hand in mine and cupped them together, scooped up another pile of bubbles. “And to think, they were sounding so normal until you mentioned the yacht.”
Another laugh and he lifted our hands above the mountainous bubbles. He rubbed the pads of my fingertips, smoothed out the wrinkles. “We’re starting to prune. Let’s get you out of here.”
I leaned back against him and closed my eyes. “I like it in here, though.”
“Trust me, I like you naked against me, too. But I also have other plans for you.” He kissed the top of my head and put his hands on the sides of the tub, scooting away from me.
I turned my head, watched him maneuver his large and muscled body out of the tub. He was so beautiful. Wide shoulders, perfectly curved pecs and ripples of muscles as far as the eye could see. And his dick. Half-hard, it hung low between muscled thighs, trimmed hair framing it like an offering I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on.
He caught me staring and wrapped one of his hands around his shaft, stroking it. “Do you like this? Want more?”
I was sore, didn’t even know if I could have sex again. My pussy didn’t agree. It quivered and clenched, already needing him inside me again. “Yeah.”
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, hiding his now full erection from me. “You can wait.” Once he tucked a corner of the towel in, he held out his hand. “Come on out.”
He held me firmly until I was on my feet and he took another towel, drying me, dropping to his knees in front of me while he dried my legs and wiped off the excess bubbles. He paused when he got to the back of my thighs, and looked up at me.
Bennett Ashby. On his knees in front of me. His mouth inches from my sex. God. I was growing wetter by the second while he stared at me with his dark brown eyes, desire etched so firmly on his features and harsh cheekbones. He leaned forward and licked over my clit.
I gasped, reached forward and pressed my hand to his shoulder. “Holy shit.”
“Just a taste,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my intimate areas. “I can’t get enough of you.”
No man had ever been so blunt with me, so vocal in his need for me. His words alone drove me wild.
Another lick of his tongue hit me and I arched my hips into him, seeking him. More. More. I wanted all of it.
His hands curved around my hips and stilled me. He climbed to his feet.
A wicked, salacious grin curved his lips. “I’ll finish you later.” He brought the towel up my back and pulled it around my front, tucking in the ends between my breasts. “Dry off and do whatever you need to, I’ll go get you something to wear. Do you need another drink?”
My wine glass sat forgotten at the edge of the tub. We’d gotten so busy talking about his family I’d only had a few sips. “I’m good, but thank you.”
“My job to look after you. Remember?” He tapped my nose and stepped to the side as a shiver rolled through me.
God, if this was submission, I didn’t know how I could refuse him anything.
Slowly, it was beginning to make sense why Miranda was so deeply in love with her husband. If Shawn treated her like this on a continuous basis, of course she’d want to please him too.
The realization struck me as I turned to the bathroom mirror. I’d tied my hair up off my neck while we bathed and wild, frizzy tendrils had escaped all over my hairline, flying in the air and around my temples. I hadn’t removed my make-up and steam from the bath had caused some of my mascara to smear.
I was anything but beautiful, and yet somehow, Bennett had dropped to his knees in front of me, caressed and kissed me like I was the most precious, glamorous thing he’d ever seen—
Like he was the one honored to be with me.
Strange, that.
