Chloe didn’t need to look at Chase

Chloe didn’t need to look at Chase to feel the heady strength of his desire from across the room.

She loved how powerful she felt, teasing him this way. And she loved the fact that he wanted it just as much as she did.

God, she thought with a barely repressed moan, it was going to be good when he finally joined her in the tub.

It was so tempting just to give in to that need, to throw the soap down and reach out for the gorgeous man standing on the other side of the bathroom watching her with utter lust.

But the anticipation of that moment would only make it sweeter when it finally came.

Still, she had to work really, really hard to keep her voice steady as she continued to play their sexy game. “Just give me a sec, okay? And then you can hand me that towel.” She couldn’t repress a small smile as she looked at him and said, “You don’t mind waiting, do you?”

“No.”

Not bothering to hide her grin at how strangled the one short word had sounded, she dipped the lavender scented bar of soap back into the water. Once wet, she began the slow process of running it over her collarbones, and then lower, and lower still.

Her nipples had already beaded tightly beneath the heat of his gaze, but as she came closer and closer to the taut tips of her full breasts with the suds, she couldn’t believe how much more sensitive her skin felt. Almost as if one touch from her soapy fingers—combined with the devastating desire in Chase’s eyes—would be enough to have her crying out his name.

The soap slipped from her fingers and water splashed up onto her face.

Chase’s voice came from across the room, low and borderline desperate. “I think the bar of soap slipped between your legs.”

She had no idea what came over her then, how on earth a wanton seductress could have taken her over so quickly. If ever there was a time and place for reticence—for fear—to lift their ugly heads, it was here. It was now. And the truth was, a large part of her was shocked by how her hidden desires were bubbling up one after the other with Chase...and that she was actually letting them out.

The smart, rational thing would be to end the game right away, before it went any further. She should be doing everything she could to keep the truth of who she really was from Chase, should be making sure that he could never come back one day in the future and hurt her with it.

But when she looked up at him, she simply couldn’t find a way to reconcile all of those fears with the beautiful man clutching the towel for dear life. And, ultimately, her body didn’t really care about her latent fears at present. Not when such beautiful satisfaction awaited her in his arms.

Which was why she found herself saying, “Maybe I would have better luck looking for it on my hands and knees.”

Chase blew out a pained breath. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.”

Moving slowly, carefully, in the slick and soapy tub, she sat up until she was kneeling. Water streamed off her breasts. Despite the warm water, the room was fairly cool and her nipples were beaded.

Reaching into the water for the soap, she said, “Ah, there it is, slippery little sucker.”

A moment later she was going fully onto her hands and knees, lifting enough out of the water that she could feel cool air rushing between her thighs, over her belly, before picking the soap up and moving back into a kneeling position.

She could hear Chase’s heavy breathing as she pushed her wet hair off of her chest and shoulders with her free hand, then ran the bar of soap over her collarbones, over her arms, across her stomach, and then, finally, her breasts.

She ran the soap over a nipple and as it stiffened into an ever tighter point, he groaned. The truth was, Chloe could barely stifle her own whimper of need as she asked, “Everything okay, Hotstuff?”

She had no idea how she managed to ask the question in such a steady voice.

He choked out a strangled laugh at his nickname. “Everything is perfect.” His voice wasn’t quite as steady as hers. He nodded at her naked body in the tub. “You’re going to be really clean.”

Yes, she would. Because she wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

Cupping her hands in the water, she lifted them and poured water down her chest. Suds washed down over her breasts and rib cage and stomach.

When she’d washed the soap off of her chest, she picked up the bar of soap and looked straight at Chase. A muscle was jumping in his jaw and his hands were tightly fisted on the sides of the towel.

She couldn’t see his hard-on behind the towel, but she didn’t need to.

“Just one more place I need to get nice and clean.” She didn’t take her eyes from her hot voyeur as she lifted up so that her bottom and the upper half of her thighs were out of the water. She moved her knees apart several inches in the bottom of the tub, then took the soap and placed it just below her belly button.

Chloe felt like she was all nerve endings. The soap slipped away from her again, but this time she wasn’t about to retrieve it from the bottom of the tub. She desperately needed to touch herself and her breath left her lungs in a rush as her fingertips brushed over her clitoris.

“Don’t stop.” Chase’s breath was coming out just as fast as hers. “Please don’t stop.”

And as she let her fingers continued stroking, sliding through her wetness until she could feel the tremors building from way down deep, suddenly he was there with her, his large body wrapped around her, his warmth taking away any chill that remained. In one hard stroke he pushed inside her to the hilt and she pushed back into him just as hard, wanting him even deeper, even closer.

The water splashed all around the room as he held her steady with one arm around her waist while driving into her again and then again as she begged him for more, more, more until the orgasm she’d been teasing him with joined with Chase’s impending release, swelling big enough to break through her entire soul like a tidal wave.