Petals floated on the steaming water that filled the bathing pool. She stepped into the fragrant warmth, loving the feel of the heat and essential oils softening her skin and easing the tension in her muscles.
She’d been planning this seduction for over a week.
She heard him enter the room, and channelling Salome as best she could, she scooped up some water and ran it over her breasts.
A string of curses was accompanied by the sound of clothing being removed in a hurry.
A loud splash was followed by callused but gentle hands clasping her arms and pulling her round to face him.
His huge erection butted her belly and she ground against it instinctively.
‘You little witch, you know I cannot resist you,’ he said—but she could see the shadow of shame in his eyes, as well as the desperation.
Cradling his hard, stubbled jaw, she pulled him towards her. ‘Then don’t.’
But before she could claim the kiss she ached for, he drew back.
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘The only way you could hurt me,’ she said, taking pity on him, ‘is to deny us what we both need.’
‘Are you sure?’ he said, his desire finally outstripping the panic and caution.
Gripping his broad shoulders, she launched herself into his arms, laughing as he caught her hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The head of his erection butted against the wet folds of her sex.
‘Absolutely,’ she said, as she sank down, taking him in to the hilt.
They groaned in unison.
The glorious feeling of having him back where she needed him spread through her like wildf
ire. Her heart floated into the cosmos at the thought of all they had achieved together… And the glorious journey still to come.
‘Now make love to me like you mean it,’ she said. ‘Before our daughters wake up.’
He buried his face in her hair, pressed her back against the mosaic tiles of the bath and proceeded to work her eager flesh in sure, solid, overwhelming strokes.
For once, he was doing exactly what he was told.