“I’d probably pull you around in my arms and kiss you. I can’t resist your mouth,” he said.
“That’s good. I like the way you taste, Rafe. No other guy I’ve kissed has tasted so right.”
Damned straight. He wanted to be the only guy who felt right to her. In all things. A wave of pure possessiveness overwhelmed him and he knew he wanted to claim her as his. But this damned situation with his family was keeping him from doing it.
“I’d put my hands on your waist and lift you up a bit until I could reach your breasts. Are they more sensitive now?”
She nodded.
“Show me.”
“How?” she asked. She shifted up on her knees and leaned toward the phone. “I like your mouth on me.”
Damn. He did, too. Her nipples felt so right in his mouth, and nothing made him harder than when he swirled his tongue around them and she gripped the back of his head.
“Touch yourself. Run your finger around your nipple and pinch it. Pretend I’m biting you,” he said as she shifted back. “Just talking has made your nipples hard.”
She nodded and gave him a slow smile. “I’ve been thinking about you touching me. Remembering how your mouth felt against my nipple.”
“Show me,” he said again.
She brought her hand up from the water, the droplets sparkling in the light as they fell from her arm. Then she cupped her breast and trailed her finger around her nipple. It puckered as she touched it, and he got even harder watching her as her head fell back and she let out a moan.
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice husky and low. His skin was so sensitive that each lap of the water brought him closer to the edge. He was going to come. But he didn’t want to until she did. He wanted to keep watching her for as long as he could. And draw out the pleasure so he could feel as if they were together. He needed this. Needed her.
He’d been trying to deny it, but there it was. The truth that he’d been afraid to admit to himself.
She was cupping both of her breasts and he groaned as he reached for the screen of his phone and touched it. He remembered the way she felt underneath him. How her limbs felt wrapped around his.
“Not as good as when you do touch me,” she said. “If I were there I’d caress your chest and then slowly tease you by working my fingers lower.”
“When you do that it makes it difficult for me to think,” he admitted.
“Really?”
He nodded. Words were sort of beyond him at this moment.
“Are you hard for me?” she asked.
“I am.” He stroked himself, remembering how she fit him like a glove when he thrust into her.
“Show me,” she said. “Let me see how hard you are.”
Her words were like a velvet lash on his skin and he shuddered. This was excruciating. He wanted to come inside her and each time she said something so sexual he couldn’t contain his groans.
“Red...”
“Show me, Rafe. I want to see you. See how much you want me.”
He groaned, but did as she asked, shifting until he was out of the water and she could see him. He stroked his hand up and down his shaft.
“Swipe your finger over the top,” she said. “Pretend it’s my tongue on you.”
He did as she instructed and then shuddered as he realized how close to the edge he was.
“Are you ready for me? Show me,” he said.
She parted her legs and showed him. Pushed her finger up inside and moaned as she did so. “It’s not the same as when you do it.”
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“It does.”
“Come for me, Red.”
This was too intimate and yet not intimate enough.
“I want to touch you, Rafe. If I were there I’d take you inside me. I need you,” she said.
“Me, too, Red.”
She moaned. “I’m so ready for it. For you.”
He was, too. He remembered the way it had felt the last time they were together. How she’d gripped him as soon as he entered her body. How deep he’d gone and the way her eyes had opened and he’d met her gaze. Felt her wrapped around him all the way to his soul.
“Rafe.”
Hearing her name on his lips made him come. He closed his eyes and put his head back as his orgasm washed over him. He opened them to see her doing the same. She gave him a slow, sexy smile.
“That’s my kind of bath,” she said, smiling.
“Mine, too,” he said. “When I get home I want to do this again.”
“But together in the same tub.”
He hit the button to drain the tub and got to his feet. She stayed where she was, watching him, and he realized that in her eyes he was enough. He didn’t have to prove anything to her. Or at least he hoped he didn’t have to. Because he was coming to realize he didn’t know who he was anymore. He hadn’t known in a long, long time.