At the command, she shivered and let slip the robe from her shoulders to tentatively wiggle out and reveal the splendor of her body.
Desire, mingled with excitement, tingled the vellus hair at the nape of her neck as his eyes roamed over her naked curves. Her nipples became erect under his ravenous stare. He licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, leaving her feeling weak at the knees. She pressed her thighs together but it didn’t help to stop her awakening desire. He had insisted she needed time to heal and had put a ban on any sexual activity since she’d been released from the hospital. It was high time their sexual respite came to an end.
Brock held out his hand. “Come, love. Join me.”
Jordan dragged in a deep, calming breath as she carefully stepped into the tub. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a heated kiss onto her mouth. The air sizzled with passion and unbridled lust. It ignited Brock’s need to throw caution to the wind and thrust his turgid length inside the inviting heat of her body. He suppressed the desire with difficulty.
Slow and steady, Brock. Slow and steady.
“You are so beautiful,” he said and nibbled on the pulpy fullness of her bottom lip. “Sexy,” he breathed against her mouth. Another sharp nip. “So alluring that I can’t resist you.”
Jordan was aswirl in rising euphoria. Her eyes turned cloudy as he handed her a glass of champagne.
“A toast.” He smiled roguishly. It gave him a dangerous appeal and promised untoldpleasure. At the same timethere was also a subtle warning— that there would be no rough shenanigans yet, which he confirmed gruffly. “I’m going to make love to you tonight, Jordan but that’s it. You’re not ready for anything more vigorous.”
Her sigh of disappointment was acknowledged and quickly dismissed as the chime of two crystal glasses echoed in the discreet silence of the night. “To us and our future.”
“To us,” she agreed and took a tentative sip. Her eyes strayed to the view. “This feels absolutely wonderful,” she sighed as her body relaxed with the warm water pulsing against her naked skin.
“Wonderfully wicked is what comes to my mind,” Brock murmured into her hair as he drew her back against his chest, fusing his skin with every inch of hers from shoulder to hip.
“Hmm, this must be what bliss feels like,” she moaned and arched into him, reveling in the arousal of his turgid length pressing against her back. “Yess.” her whisper drifted through the air as he kissed the tender spot at the base of her throat.
“Ahh, babe, I love your touch,” she praised as his hands followed the contours of her hips before trailing upward to cup her breasts. A whimper escaped her lips as her nipples responded immediately to his finger that brushed over them. Her back bowed into his hands as he grazed the taut peaks with his palms, back and forth until her carnal moans echoed around them.
“I love how responsive you always are to my touch.”
His voice stoked the fire raging inside her as she lost herself to the physical rhapsody of his seduction. Her core tightened involuntarily with every caress of his hand over her stomach and hips. It was the first time Brock was this gentle with her. It rocked her senses into a completely different dimension from anything she’d ever experienced before.
He was a complex man always surprising her with unexpected sensations and emotions. It felt wonderful.
“Ooh!” Jordan purred as he stroked downward to toggle a finger against her distended clit.
“Soft and gentle tonight, honey,” Brock breathed into her ear. He was delighted at her uninhibited response to his touch. “The only instruction I have for you is to feel. No demands, no rushing. We’re going to do this slow and easy… at my pace.”
“Yes,” she hissed, canting her hips.
“Hmm, patience, love,” he coerced, before he bit into the satiny skin of her nape that brought a full-out tremor to her body.
“Oh god,” Jordan wailed. She jerked at the unexpected sting in her neck, which he soothed with long, smooth licks of his tongue. Slow and gentle? This would be torture she would not survive if he didn’t speed up.
“Brock,” she whimpered for more as his hand drifted away. He relented to her plea by stroking around the hard nub but refraining from giving her the hard touch she craved.
“So beautiful,” he drawled as he gently tapped the swollen nubbin.
“Please,” the plea fell from her lips in a breathy puff.
Brock didn’t respond. Her sensual reaction spiked his lust. His cock was swollen and taut as the hot spark of arousal flared in his loins.
Jordan shifted in his arms, silently begging, her actions driven by the throbbing in her clitoris that screamed for a release.
“Ready, honey?”
“God, yes,” she uttered in an incoherent stutter as all her energy suddenly surged between her legs. Her hips jerked as Brock pressed down on the throbbing fleshy button. “More,” Jordan demanded as his caress slowed, turned to smooth strokes, as he concentrated to summon all her hunger into one spot.
Brock gauged her reaction, waiting for the perfect moment to trigger the spark that would send her pitching into chasms of pleasure. He felt her stomach trembling as her hips canted against his hand in complete subjugation to the euphoric tango of seduction.
“Brock, damn you,” she protested as he stroked her nipple with the other hand and then pinched the hardened peak. “Oh, gaawd,” she moaned from the electric shock his touch sent through her body.