He could feel the frantic beating of her heart, her labored breathing by the quick rise and fall of her chest. He closed his eyes to better concentrate on the way her hands felt against him.
“Touch me, A.J. I want your hands on me,” she demanded hoarsely.
His name on her lips uttered with such wanton need made him groan softly as he buried his face in her soft hair. He closed his hand around her breast, his thumb brushing over the silk-clad nipple, clenching his teeth as he felt it bead under his thumb.
He filled his hands with the soft weight of her exquisite flesh, flicking his thumbs over each nipple, liking her soft gasp each time he did it.
He jerked her toward him and stripped off her bra. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. She gasped when he captured a taut swollen nipple, sucking hard and urgently, moaning again when she arched her back in response to his hot mouth. His tongue teased each nipple into throbbing, aching buds.
His lips sought her mouth, sought it in a mindless search. He kissed her with ravenous demand. The sensation was sucking him into a turbulent maelstrom of spinning, whirling need, a dark realm of bliss. A tight knot of heat coiled low in his belly where his swollen flesh met hers. He moved against her, unable to withstand the urgent need inside him. With each driving thrust of his powerful hips, the heat escalated.
He picked her up and carried her to the edge of the tub, setting her down into the smooth curving indentation that would cradle their bodies perfectly.
The warm water flowed over his heated skin. She slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs, running her hands along his inner thighs.
A.J.’s breath hissed in and then he moaned deep in his chest as pleasure ran like quicksilver along his shaft when Sienna took him into her soft, moist mouth.
Arching his hips uncontrollably in a primitive movement, her touch was driving him to the edge of ecstasy.
He groaned as she encircled the head of his swollen shaft with the tip of her tongue.
He thought he was going to explode as the water, like a shimmering liquid rainbow, lapped gently around their heated bodies.
She rose and with slow enticing movement, climbed onto his lap, kneeling over his throbbing hardness. With slow, heated movements, she teased him with her succulent moistness, the tightly clustered curls brushing sensually against him.
Unable to stand the compelling seductive assault, A.J. shifted restlessly, his hands on her hips, his fingers digging rhythmically into her soft, moist flesh. He dropped his head back, breathing hard. She moved wantonly against him again, and a low moan escaped him.
Slowly she was losing more of herself to him. Bit by tiny bit, he was taking everything she had to give him, and still it amazed her how much more she wanted to give.
With a quick, lithe movement, he grabbed her hands and twined them around his necks as his very blue, very hot eyes blazed into hers with such hunger and sensual intensity that Sienna ached to feel his chiseled lips on hers. She didn’t have to wait long. He jerked her against him with such power that the force of it wrung a cry of surprise out of her. Without giving her a chance to even think, his lips descended to hers, fiery and demanding, as if his very life depended on her response. She reveled at the feel of the heated bare flesh of his sleek chest against her own naked skin. Her breath was dammed in her lungs, and the hard pressure of his mouth sent delicious sensations pooling with hot tingles in her lower body.
She wanted more, felt as if she couldn’t possibly get close enough to him. She was only aware of him and nothing else.
His hand slid over her buttocks, holding her in place as he pushed against her softness, kneading the firm curves while he pulled her tighter to him. And Sienna smiled suddenly, her breath caught between breathing in and breathing out as she felt the hot rigid length of him pressed against her.
Unable to help herself, her hands went to the part of him that was quintessentially male. With the flat of her hand, she pressed against him, then cupped him, squeezing gently. It was so arousing to touch a man like this.
A full-throated groan escaped A.J.’s lips as he abruptly stopped. Sienna could feel the coiled need in him as he strained to hold on to his self-control. She felt the quivers throughout his body as he tried to master his raging desire, and she felt him lose the battle with himself. He gripped her buttocks tighter and drove himself upward, grinding his hips against her hands and stomach.
She gasped and twisted in response to the glorious feel of his hard-muscled frame.
His thighs were solid and powerful flush up against hers, his chest was unyielding, like rock.
Sienna was caught in the mindless rapture and at the desperate urging of his hands; she raised her hips and sank down onto his burning shaft. She took him deep inside her, crying out with gratification as she felt a powerful tenseness tighten with each stroke as she frantically glided over him.
She moved against him in wild abandon, drawing him deeper and deeper, her motion faster and faster.
A.J. growled savagely as he plunged into her. She yielded, her body going soft and willing as she arched frantically to fill the empty space between them. Water sloshed against the soft pink marble lip of the tub from A.J.’s frantic movements.
She tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his hips, giving him better access. The movement was almost more than she could bear, the pressure sweet agony.
She reached up and cupped his strong jawline, running her hands over the planes of his handsome face. Water streamed underneath her fingertips, dripping off his chin. She lapped it up with her tongue.
Her fingers left his face and traced over the taut muscle of his biceps. He was built like a marble statue, but he was living breathing flesh, perfect in symmetry, exquisite in form.
His body tightened and released, and her name—drawn out in a long moan—burst from his throat. Sienna clung to him, holding him so tightly that she could barely breathe as air gusted in and out of his lungs like a bellows. She felt like glittering sunshine, like a burst of white-hot light.
A.J. cradled her against his chest. After long moments he was finally able to speak, “Let’s get you out of here and into bed.”