"Mhm." She licked water from her lips again, and although I knew the gesture was unconscious, I wanted to punish her soundly for it. I was pretty sure she'd enjoy it, anyway.
I cradled her face between my hands, turning it up to mine and tilting her far back enough that her lips parted for me. "It feels like it will never be enough." Her mouth stretched into a smile just before I fitted my lips to hers, and the concinnity of our mouths joining in sync nearly undid my rational control. I plunged my tongue between her straight teeth, consuming her effervescent warmth and losing myself in the velvet slide of her lips and tongue and labored breath.
Gemma ran her hands down my chest and abdomen, and I sucked in a breath mingled with surprise and desire. She looked like a water siren with her gorgeous hair dampened and curling around her face, and her skin glistening and pink. I licked water from her bottom lip and then slid my nose along the line of her jaw, taking in the scent of roses and salty skin before playfully nibbling her earlobe. She let out a breathy laugh and wrapped her arms around my torso, pressing my hard erection against her impossibly soft skin. "I wish you would have told me sooner."
I should have. I'd known that all along, but I hadn't wanted Gemma to see me as broken. I hadn't wanted her to glimpse my weaknesses and mock me for them like my parents had done. Even my sister, Arabella, didn't know the truth of what had happened. "I know," I agreed softly, kissing her neck and gathering her against me. "At the very least, I should have been honest with myself about my feelings for you."
"I have questions," she said, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
I smiled against her skin. "Later. I'm busy touching you."
Gemma hesitated, and then with her mischievous voice, she asked, "Touch me where?"
"Turn around, and I'll show you."
By the time we finished our shower, I had Gemma panting and begging, which frankly, far exceeded my imagination. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, and she straddled my body, legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck as I carried her with my hands under her generous ass to the bed. Gemma licked along the inside of my bottom lip before nipping me gently. "Knox," she groaned.
I grinned. "What's my name when I'm fucking you, Gem?"
"Rook," she whispered, her breath feather-light against my mouth and her arms tightening as she angled her hips into my body.
I paused at the side of the bed, taking in the way the light from the bathroom illuminated one side of her features and the way she felt in my arms. I kissed her nose. "Get it wrong, andI'll stop." Then I tossed her on the bed and followed after her, caging her in as she shrieked and dissolved into a fit of giggles I wanted to swallow whole. Her breathless laugh fell into a moan as I pressed my lips to her pulse point.
She writhed under me, her damp body warm from the shower and skin silky soft under my palms as I ran them down to her hips. "Rook," she groaned, "who taught you to have sex? The Spanish Inquisition?"
I snorted, kissing a line down to her breasts. I wondered, suddenly, if she would let me sleep there, pillowed on her perfect tits. Jesus, God, if I could justburymyself in this woman…
"Are you going to tie me up?" Gemma asked with a husky hint of humor in her voice. "I know where the rope is."
I lifted myself over her, catching her sparkling cerulean eyes with a speculative squint. "Do you…wantme to tie you up?"
"Kind of," she said with adorable frankness. She searched my expression as if trying to read how I felt about the idea.
I thought for a moment, my weight balanced on one elbow and my left hand free to wander up her hip, to her waist, under her breast, and to her nipple. She sucked in a breath, and I rolled my fingertip over the pale, pink bud as I met her gaze again. "The appeal of shibari," I said slowly, circling her nipple and relishing in the way her chest rose and fell faster and her eyes took on a glassy quality, "is that you can't touch me. Normally, I like that."
"Oh," she gusted out, her lips parted and her body arching into my touch.
I palmed her breast before tracing a line down the middle of her navel. "But I want you to touch me."
She groaned, her hips rising off the bed like an invitation to finish the path my fingers had started all the way down her delicious body. "Okay," she breathed. "That's fair."
"Is it fair?" I teased gently, smiling and letting my fingers coast to her pelvis. "Is this fair, too?"
"Mhm," she moaned, head falling back and eyes closing. She skimmed her fingers down my arms and then between us, and I sucked in a harsh breath when her fingertips found the head of my arousal. "Is that fair?"
"No," I replied, my voice strained.
Eyes still closed, she smiled like a cat in a milk barn. "Perfect." She wrapped her fingers around my cock, gripping just tightly enough that I groaned and curved inward, and then she slid her hand down to my shaft and back up. "I think you need a taste of your own medicine, Doctor." She used swift, sure strokes up and down the length of me, and I nearly saw stars, my need for her was so potent.
I was rapidly losing focus with her doing that. I slid my fingers between her legs and found her already soaking, already soft and pliant and perfectly tempting. "Spread your legs for me," I murmured.
Gemma complied readily, and I slicked my fingers in her arousal, circling her clit before dipping down inside of her. She moaned again, panting hard, and her hand over my cock stilled. "Rook," she groaned. "I'm begging you to fuck me."
I grated out a harsh chuckle. "Alright, but on one condition."
"Condition?" she asked incredulously, peeling her eyes open to peer at me. "What condition?"
I removed her hand from my cock, although it almost killed me to do it, and trapped her delicate wrist between my hand and the mattress as I held her down. Moving over her, I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance, holding her still as she tried to ease me inside of her. "Tell me how long you've wanted me."
